Letra de The Unbelievers

At war With the crowd The power to rule Internal manipulation At war with Authority Every man and woman Raised to cower By abuse By withholding of love Nothing is worth autonomy Nothing is worth dignity The crowd became a voice For the psyche The crowd became a voice For superficial want Of contempt Emotional wreckage Swallowed depression The crowd became a voice Of jealousy Dissatisfaction By abuse We were made to cower To be less Than who we are To be less Than truth