When Tigers Fight. Ghost Story. Hung Jury. Zeneszám

If this was so important
don't you think you
Would be the one to speak up
Your appearance is all the craze
It means nothing when you buy your way in

I'm falling on broken hands
And I have lost my voice
What can we say
It's all been said
The voice of the kids is dictated
By the fashion and the latest trends

I hope that one day
You wake up and realize
You've lost
You'll live with the emptiness

This has been said so many times
But it falls on deaf ears
We can let it die
Or we can choose to fight