We are all gathered here on the verge of thankless years,
to find out why we're lost
And I don't think It's wrong if you find out where you belong
and you want to run from here
Pak Sao to Chun Choi, we're here to destroy
This is a freakshow
Little man you better run
While the cats are away, the mice have come to play,
among the ruins of hope
That many people can't be wrong,
they've been fighting you for so long
Now you better run from it