paper chains

what we see it makes no sense, why do we constantly believe?, we have crumbled but within our borders, and i'm afraid help is out of reach, they've taken our voices and they've locked them out, with paper chains i'd like to burn, i cannot even enjoy a sunset, when our world is on the verge, all this weight has got my head hung low, a certain pride that gives the air, i don't wanna be another disciple, as they sit in their liars chair, information has been bottled up, in the news i never heard, i cannot even sleep under the shining stars, when our world is on the verge, so i sit and watch this world go by, just like a lonesome bird, i cannot even concentrate on my own thoughts, when our world is on the verge, when our world is on the verge