Indecision's in season
So turn up the speakers
The poisoned mouthpieces of white lies
Suck the life out of reason
The reason for living the life
And the life out of dead minds
Shut up the SDA
They're nothing but pains in the asses
The headlines will convince the masses
To deny them their X's
And it's all the same Astoria (old story)
The same Astoria
The same Astoria
The same Astoria
The conversations that contrive to conjure
A future so bleak with enforced transformation
And throw the book in the faces of those who dare question
The truths that are and are not spoken
Shut up the voices of nay
They're nothing but ingrates and traitors
We haven't the patience for haters
'Cause we're democradictators
And it's all the same Astoria
The same Astoria
The same Astoria
The same Astoria
And it's all the same Astoria
The same Astoria
The same Astoria
The same Astoria
We will not be terrorised
By the threats and abuses
We will not be mesmerised
By the lies and excuses
We will not be terrorised
By the threats and abuses
We will not be mesmerised
Oh the lies
We will not be terrorised
By the threats and abuses
We will not be mesmerised
By the lies and excuses
We will not be terrorised
By the threats and abuses
And we will not be mesmerised
Oh the lies
On the pavements, in the street lights
I'll be waiting for you
In the garden, in the courtyard
I'll be waiting for you
In the void decks by the stairwells
I'll be waiting for you
On the steps of Astoria
I'll be waiting and waiting for you