| We’re walking contradictions |
| And toothless we try to bite |
| We live up to our standards |
| Though we know they ain’t right |
| We always stand up to fight |
| When nothing’s left to win |
| We draw the shades when we’re bothered |
| Ignorance is our twin |
| We’ve got our fancy but empty preconceived life |
| Still somehow we wonder why we’re seldom satisfied |
| Only the fools will applaud this strange self-deception |
| Only the fools will believe in resurrection of ideals in purest form |
| We’re the first who have claimed their piece |
| And then the first who beg for release |
| Why do we sanction their means with a nod |
| Boasting the absolute freedom of thought |
| We are fools |
| We hide with pride behind tolerant words |
| Neglecting the fact that we’ve been lured |
| We are fools |
| We are fools |
| Only the fools will applaud this strange self-deception |
| Only the fools will believe in resurrection of ideals in purest form |
| We’re the first who have claimed their piece |
| And then the first who beg for release |