Lyrics

How many times must we scale this wasteland How many times must we climb these walls A storm is brewing on the horizon Dark skies gonna shut out the light The high priest of the tribe got his eyes on you We escape...Thru the night We've got the power but no place to run Dreams dying in the blacked out sun You've got the powder And i've got the gun How can we break from this spell we're under Is there escape from this broken world So take my hand, We'll slip thru the outskirts Together we can make it tonight And if we cannot make it by daylight We will stay- We will fight We've got the power but no place to run Dreams dying in the blacked out sun You've got the powder And i've got the gun We've got the power but no place to run Dreams dying in the blacked out sun You've got the powder And i've got the gun It's too late to turn back The point of no return It's too late to turn back now We watch the city burn You can never go home