Song | We Are the New Ones |
Artist | Dope Stars, Inc. |
Album | Ultrawired |
We are the new ones | |
We are a people state | |
Who's got the future | |
Who's got the name of change | |
We got a reason | |
Just another pierced goon of little faith | |
Your time is over | |
Obey or not: you fail | |
No time for reasons | |
No time for all these games | |
Not just a nuance | |
Another question you won't like to see | |
A trade of bottle dreams | |
Your time is over. Time is over | |
No rage or battlefields | |
We are breaking through without a warning | |
We are the new ones | |
We're the hope | |
We are the spring | |
We are just a new round | |
Around the world | |
You have to see | |
A bleeding romance | |
Over the top | |
Not just a dream | |
And what is over | |
Oh, what is gone | |
Oh, what is gone, yeah | |
Was just a dream | |
There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart that you can't take part; you can't even passively take part, and you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop. And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all! |
We are the new ones | |
We are a people state | |
Who' s got the future | |
Who' s got the name of change | |
We got a reason | |
Just another pierced goon of little faith | |
Your time is over | |
Obey or not: you fail | |
No time for reasons | |
No time for all these games | |
Not just a nuance | |
Another question you won' t like to see | |
A trade of bottle dreams | |
Your time is over. Time is over | |
No rage or battlefields | |
We are breaking through without a warning | |
We are the new ones | |
We' re the hope | |
We are the spring | |
We are just a new round | |
Around the world | |
You have to see | |
A bleeding romance | |
Over the top | |
Not just a dream | |
And what is over | |
Oh, what is gone | |
Oh, what is gone, yeah | |
Was just a dream | |
There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart that you can' t take part you can' t even passively take part, and you' ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you' ve got to make it stop. And you' ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you' re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all! |