Tension

In struggle for self determination
Progress and change must soon be seen
The pain endured
Though you haven't heard a word
Of truth from corrupt authorities

People say what
People like
But when the tension burn it's like
Dynamite

We've had oppression
And mass manipulation
The censorship of soul's a tragedy
No more sleepless nights
Just for the civil rights
Of expressing our own identities

People say what
People like
And when the tension burn it's like
Dynamite

So think of Seamus Heany
Won't make you feel alone
O'Faolain Joyce and Macken
Digging for our souls

So think of Seamus Heany
Won't make you feel alone
O'Faolain Joyce and Macken
Digging for our souls

People say what
People like
But when the tension burn it's like
Dynamite

Suppressive midget minds creating
A bankruptcy of hate against belief
But we're making giant strides
Of knowledge love and pride
Resilience of spirit still remains

People say what
People like
But when the tension burn it's like
Dynamite

Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Nothing