Lyrics:
Here the man draws the line for separation
(Old Vision)
Watch the man build up his walls for isolation
(You make division)
Walk no mile,
I'm sick and tired,
of all the cowards at the radio station
No cathartic plot to thicken,
to quote the vernacular,
I'd say that you're chicken
Chorus:
We're going nowhere,
and it's happening fast,
a dim future,
and a darker past
Somewhere away from here,
from past mistakes they often learn,
at Fahrenheit 451,
you close your doors and let it burn
Pharisees in the church,
time to take a vacation
(Emancipation)
Pharisees think the world comes to them for salvation
(Booyah)
The radio is preaching the candy coated goo,
the record companies and the TV too
No one rocks the boat,
terrified of trouble,
can't tamper with the walls of their sterile Christian bubble
It was never your point to get people saved,
you pad yourself with fluff just because you're afraid
I'm not afraid to point the finger now,
the choir's so used to the preaching anyhow
(Old Vision)
Watch the man build up his walls for isolation
(You make division)
Walk no mile,
I'm sick and tired,
of all the cowards at the radio station
No cathartic plot to thicken,
to quote the vernacular,
I'd say that you're chicken
Chorus:
We're going nowhere,
and it's happening fast,
a dim future,
and a darker past
Somewhere away from here,
from past mistakes they often learn,
at Fahrenheit 451,
you close your doors and let it burn
Pharisees in the church,
time to take a vacation
(Emancipation)
Pharisees think the world comes to them for salvation
(Booyah)
The radio is preaching the candy coated goo,
the record companies and the TV too
No one rocks the boat,
terrified of trouble,
can't tamper with the walls of their sterile Christian bubble
It was never your point to get people saved,
you pad yourself with fluff just because you're afraid
I'm not afraid to point the finger now,
the choir's so used to the preaching anyhow
