These Days

Who's got the power? Who's got control? What's (still) keeping quiet our damned souls? Two millions paperboys invade our lives Shouting as puppets from the morning to the night (The) truth about Ebola, the paranoia The crazy weather and the Pope's secret daughter Investigate reports with a short memory Burns, burns, the trash in the streets Grows, Grows, the rage from the deep C'mon come for a ride Come and look, with your own eyes Cause these are days We're slaves of disillusion Under a cement sky These are our days We're on the razor's edge And we're walking blind Try to think clearly just for a while It's really hard to do it with your own mind We live inside a media-hurricane Fhe truth right now is frail Investigate reports with a short memory Burns, burns, the trash in the streets Grows, Grows, the rage from the deep C'mon come for a ride Come and look, with your own eyes Cause these are days We're slaves of disillusion Under a cement sky These are our days We're on the razor's edge And we're walking blind Uuh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Cause these are days We're slaves of disillusion Under a cement sky These are our days Uuh, we're on the razor's edge And we're walking blind, mmhh We're slaves of disillusion Under a cement sky We're on the razor's edge And we're walking blind (Cause these are days) Yeeaaahh! (These are our days) Ooh, we're on the razor's edge And we're walking blind (Cause these are days) We're slaves of disillusion Under a cement sky (These are our days) We're on the razor's edge And we're walking blind Yeah