No need for a name we're all just the same. Someone who feels, who has not been distorted, skin of white, nails of blue
someone to make my dreams come true,
and if by chance it becomes fate, maybe then it'll be too late.
With no one to guide us or defeat this invisible fight.
No man has the right.
For a plan has bestowed upon this monsterous land,
and all we look for
is an out stretched hand.
