These Days

Is there any hatred in your heart these days?

Is there any violence in your eyes?

Everybody's looking for a better place,

everywhere's good one in disguise.

Someone's waging war on everything I love,

we're all in the trenchs laying low.

A friend of mine walks up to me, whispers in my ear,

"Is this how you pictured it?", and I say "No."

Can you beleive it? I say "No."

There'll be no more turning back

How does it feel to be attacked?

These days are mine, I want them back

Tell me do you think about yourself these days?

Do you pick yourself up off the ground?

A friend of mine walks up to me, whispers in my ear,

"Sometimes I think we're all joined down."

There'll be no more turning back

How does it feel to be attacked?

These days are mine, I want them back.

There'll be no more turning back

How does it feel to be attacked?

These days are ours, we want them back.