Reasons are fading away as we turn back, 
there'll be no fight because
What we have is nothing and
anything will beat it out of spectacularity 

Why don't we think where we belong and 
we face the world's been sold? 
Don't turn around 
And who are we producing for to tie 
our hands with the chains of mass- consumption? 

We're still having nothing but images and prices, 
categorised labels to be sold to somebody else, 
Why don't we think where we belong 
and we face the world's been sold? 
Don't turn around. Think, where do we belong?