This was not your choice. It wasn't yours to choose.
We may lose it all. We might have lost it all.
Recall the empty page, the first words on the page.
This is the age of thieves, the age of misbelief.
Round up the bulls, enter the matador.
Make up the rules; it's what we're fighting for.
Don't you come near, don't tell me anymore.
Through the fear, oh Sarah spring is here.
Oh, tell me please, what do you believe?
We've been overthrown, outnumbered, overgrown.
clone against them all, it's us against the world.
cnd girl, how we age. This is how we age.
Round up the bulls, enter the matador.
Break all the rules that we are fighting for.
Turn down the song don't play me anymore.
cll along, there's something going wrong...