I see the way you look at me trying not to stare, I'm sitting over here, but your way over there, Wondering if you got what it takes to make a move, You
: I see the way you look at me trying not to stare, I'm sitting over here, but your way over there, Wondering if you got what it takes to make a move
Under the watching eyes of a world That doesn't sleep but doesn't see We're dragged into a situation where They take away our right to freedom, Justice
So here I stand, As the end result of my failed plans And I'm feeling as if the air we breathe Is nothing like the way it used to be. As circumstances
I shade myself into the backlight of a room, My shadow apes my movements. The needle and the spoon. Now I can't sleep without going numb, so many nightmares
Trophies of victory Depend not on the entrails of the flocks, but on the strenght of those who fight Was there then no altar of victory? Show me the
I see the way you look at me trying not to stare, I'm sitting over here, but your way over there, Wondering if you got what it takes to make a move,
How shall you pick up threads of past times? How shall you move on when your heart begins to realize theres no turning back? When your world still burns
Simba: I'm gonna be a mighty king So enemies beware! Zazu: Well, I've never seen a king of beasts With quite so little hair Simba: I'm gonna be the