The Bordeline

When will I, will I discover
We've been swimming in the mud,
Will I seek for a new lover
Or be crippled deep inside
Oh, when will I, will I discover,
They will never let me go
Will I be surprised
Or was I
Was I singing all along
But all this song
It sounds damn wrong
And this song
Sounds so wrong
And it's so easy for people's stories
To be, to be covered up
Because not only we do not talk to each other anymore
But there are so many, so many of us
And we all speak at once,
We all ride the same wagon
Destination is unknown
And all, all drowned voices
Sing along, drowned voices, sing
How much longer to the surface?
How much longer to the surface?
How much longer to the surface?
How much longer to the surface?
We deny, it's a denial
To be part of the plan,
We refuse, it's a refusal
To participate in the
Culture of waste and destruction,
It's a real riot
Not being, being wasteful
It's a real riot
Say no, no, we won't sing along
Say no, we won't sing along
How much longer to the surface?
How much longer to the surface?
How much longer to the fun?
How much longer to the days we won't be apart?
And how much longer of us drowning every night?
And how much longer till there is an end in sight?
Oh my, oh my, oh my lover
They will never let us go
Oh my, my lover
They will never let us go
I am opposed to
I am opposed to
Three six four two
I am opposed to
You're not rid of me
You're not rid of me
I am opposed to
I am opposed to
I am opposed to
I am opposed to
You're not rid of me
You're not rid of me
Three six four two
I go to the zoo
I am opposed to
I am opposed to
I am opposed to
I am opposed to
I am opposed to
I am opposed to
I am opposed to
I am opposed to
I am opposed to
I am opposed to
I am opposed
I am opposed