Outside

What is made of plastic
But not a dog-gone region
But see the walls are crumbled
With dope they drive away
Where do we come from
We come from beyond the sun.

And love has lost its flavor
It's got to have a gimmick
That rape the old romantics
They switch to our machines
Where do we come from?
The outside.

We have no trick to show you
To fit your sense of humor
No funny wine or toys
That explode and riddle you
Where do we come from
We come from beyond the sun.

Is man who lives on his earth
All returning
There's more space up there for birth
And believe the breaks of difference and changes
While inside they dream of fame.

And we come, come to your seas and fields
Such a rich land
Then why does it seem a desert?
And the minds of dark oasis are concealed
In our world we make them gods
What is it that we give to you
Power of vision to see beyond your lives
You are the world
It's power who you are
Trouble you are the world.