It's In The Air Tonight 

In The Feeling In The Sound 

It's Not Seeing Straight 

And Not Getting Down 

It's All Of Us Against Them 

Dear Friends Till The End 

Fighting On For More Than A Mile 

Throught Plastic Shit And The Smiles 

Here We Are Alone 

All Of Us 

With No Control For What's Ailing Us Or Failing Us 

Were The Crucified 

Still Addicted To The Sound 

Stained With Violence 

And A Bad Case Of Woe Is Me 

So We Take What We Like 

To Cure What's Ailing Us