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Текстове на песни: 1080. Stand.

Who are we to stand here in the way of "progress"? / How foolishly hubristic we are... / To think that we might almost start to make a difference / Stand in the way and flail our arms...
You can talk about the things that make you more upright than me / You can say that nothing matters...but everything matters too much for your apathy
Who are you to question our morality? / Like any of us want to hear your outcry... / Your superficial thoughts lost in the massive ocean / We can't change that but we try...
Scattered and few, beaten and bruised - our disbanded union / Lost and confused, time falling through, I promised I'd be here / Where the fuck are you?
Mr. nowhere is from the wrong side of the tracks / He earns less than me because he's black / As hard as it may be to fess up to this truth / Xenophobic ideas infiltrate our youth, and / When we're older will we think that it's alright? / Will our children inherit the fight left hanging? / I won't give up or give in I hope to say / That my commitment will remain...
Man destroys earth, man destroys man, reality's a trip I can't understand / I saw a vision oh-so wrong, it was the world I know except I was gone / All too real, and all too strange, never existed, I was a silent name / Saw my dad, and saw my mom, everyone just carried on... / No one knows exactly where this shit began / So this is simply where I stand... / And this is just where I stand / (Still dreaming, still screaming; it's strange to stand alone) / And this is just where I stand (Still trying, still crying; I'll fight till I go home) / And this is just where I stand