Lirieke: Hear The Sirens. Take A Bow.
Go! The tide is turning;
You're here today, what about tomorrow?
What you held so dear was left to die when you chose to follow.
Tell me once again, "who's to blame for the death of integrity?"
I can't remember when it stood for something more than combative trends.
When will it end?
Where do you stand?
Portray this image for all to see: this distorted sense of reality.
Speak up and shout: let it out!
This time around you're not fooling me.
Stand up and take a bow
to these vagrant audiences now.
Turn your back for something more, letting go what you fought for.
We're all speechless in these moments of disbelief; will they find a way out?
You're here today, what about tomorrow?
What you held so dear was left to die when you chose to follow.
Tell me once again, "who's to blame for the death of integrity?"
I can't remember when it stood for something more than combative trends.
When will it end?
Where do you stand?
Portray this image for all to see: this distorted sense of reality.
Speak up and shout: let it out!
This time around you're not fooling me.
Stand up and take a bow
to these vagrant audiences now.
Turn your back for something more, letting go what you fought for.
We're all speechless in these moments of disbelief; will they find a way out?
Hear The Sirens
Gewilde versoeke