It's In The Air Tonight In The Feeling In The Sound It's Not Seeing Straight And Not Getting Down It's All Of Us Against Them Dear Friends Till The End Fighting On For More Than A Mile Throught Plastic Shit And The Smiles Here We Are Alone All Of Us With No Control For What's Ailing Us Or Failing Us Were The Crucified Still Addicted To The Sound Stained With Violence And A Bad Case Of Woe Is Me So We Take What We Like To Cure What's Ailing Us