Do ya see this crazy mixed up world?
We dodge the bulets, the lies that they hurl
Threatend model citizens do as they aught
When will ya express ya freedom of though?
Callin' all non-believers
They'll label ya underachievers
"Cos to all non-believers
All that's solid melts into air
Yeah! Yeah!
The elite ride eco-unfriendly cars
Their madness protected by surcrity bars
But if all non-believers heed the call
The elite, with a push, will eventually fall
Callin' all non-believers
They'll label ya underachievers
"Cos to all non-believers
All that's solid melts into air
Yeah! Yeah!
It's what ya, it's what ya, it's what ya create!
It's what ya, it's what ya created!
It's what ya, it's what ya, it's what ya create!
It's what ya, it's what ya created!
Everything' in a state of decay
And in the end the whole world will pay
And then you'll get you'll get what I've told ya
And then you'll get you'll get what I've told ya
Callin' all non-believers
They'll label ya underachievers
"Cos to all non-believers
All that's solid melts into air
Yeah! Yeah!
It's what ya, it's what ya, it's what ya create!
It's what ya, it's what ya created!
It's what ya, it's what ya, it's what ya create!
It's what ya, it's what ya created!
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