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.