Reasons are fading away as we turn back, There'll be no fight because What we have is nothing and Anything will beat it out of spectacularity Why don't we think where we belong and We face the world's been sold? Don't turn around And who are we producing for to tie Our hands with the chains of mass- consumption? We're still having nothing but images and prices, Categorised labels to be sold to somebody else, Why don't we think where we belong And we face the world's been sold? Don't turn around. Think, where do we belong?