Here we are   We stand in line   One more time today   There is no sense   The cigarette in hand   It's all gone bad   No name, privilege, no hope and fame      We've seen it all before   And it seems like a mirror of our future      We were waiting for something   We were listening to the heartbeats   It could take us   It could take our names; it's the same as no hope and fame      We've seen it all before   And it seems like a mirror of our future      This is no age for us   It seems we're out of class   We are fragile   Like statues made of sand      We've seen it all before   And it seems like a mirror of our future