The Serenade Is Dead

She wakes up in the morning; the Sun is shining in her face

She turns her head around; she shares the blanket on which the love embraced

She looks out of the window; it's a lovely day outside

She tells herself that things are fine, he pulls the sheets to cover his eyes

The essence of the fresh air, that garden held the love affair

Thinking back their minds are torn in muddle and confusion

So far away another sits, who tries to make the best of it

He don't know quite what's hit him, it's another love illusion

He gazes in his empty room eyes fixed upon her picture

The loneliness, dejectedness, God how the fuck he's missed her

His eyes turn turn to the window, the military roar by

He wonders how much hatred could evolve out of the sky

What God had done for peace on earth, what man destroyed from day of birth

They are concerned with feelings; they're just ashamed to cry

And one mans plan to push the button makes other sacrifice

The serenade is dead and now the only question's why?

Why when we are young, we're told it's right to love

Told it's human nature and that comes from God above

As time moves on we realise that we all look from the pit

While a plan hangs above us, to keep us in the shit

Because the minute we are born, we're told what's right and wrong

Raised with certain morals, never mentioned in their songs

As we grow up, we find out that the paths been neatly set

In a world of such destruction, we only can regret

Regret that is the word of it, as we look for our way out of it

Why can't they understand we don't want any part of it?

The pain they create everyday, that just ain't gonna go away

We've got to stick together, but still you're asking why?

The system stands strong, as our movement starts to crumble

The pressure we once held, has just turned into a rumble

They've got us where they want us, and you all just accept that

Well don't you think its time; we started to hit back

They are the enemy; they want a rope around your neck

And if they will go that far, then what the fuck is next?

Forget the revolution, we've heard it all before

Heard all of the promises of nineteen-eighty-four

Its an impossible task, oh yes, it stands before us all

Well maybe you'll believe it when your back's against the wall