Paper Chains - The Expendables

What we see it makes no sense

Why do we constantly believe?

We have crumbled but within our borders

And I’m afraid help is out of reach

They’ve taken our voices and they’ve locked them out

With paper chains I’d like to burn

I cannot even enjoy a sunset

When our world is on the verge

All this weight has got my head hung low

A certain pride that gives the air

I don’t wanna be another disciple

As they sit in their liars chair

Information has been bottled up

In the news I never heard

I cannot even sleep under the shining stars

When our world is on the verge

So I sit and watch this world go by

Just like a lonesome bird

I cannot even concentrate on my own thoughts

When our world is on the verge

When our world is on the verge