Born as a blank page   We must pick and choose   Our destinations and   The paths we'll use      What shall we say is sacred?   What will be abused?   It's no wonder   The world is confused      Murder and weather   Is our only news, I will refuse      Your offer is tempting   But it's not what it seems   You take advantage   Of everyone else's dreams      You create the perfect picture   By dressing up the scene   Trust our hopes and lives   To your death machines      Your point is not well taken   Because that's not   What it means, I will refuse