we are the chosen the keepers of all we know
we are the future of all we believe
we are children who reached the open door
but all we found was demon disease
where can we go from the terror within
we must be guilty if love is a sin..
how can we live to be proud of the flag
when politicians are part of the plague
*from the father to sons
our dreams will carry on
and the power to be
will fight for you and me..demon disease
we live the fire of illusions and fantasy
sometimes it's harder to take than to give
and as we opened the door to reality
we saw the demon who's dying to live
**how can we run when there's nowhere to hide
i'm not a stranger with no one to ride
is there a chance for the young to be old
the heat is on but we're out in the cold