In times like these will you hold my hand?
In times like these when no one else is around
And we are still standing side by side.
Our loneliness is, it is the price
In times like these when fascists they rise
They take over the streets of our homes
And the crowds are hungry for some heads to be chopped off
In times like these
In times of violence
We meet again
And in the end will you choose silence?
Will you be comfortable living that way?
Will I keep riding till the very end?
I want you to join me before it’s too late
In times of violance
Our loneliness is, it is the price
In times like these when fascists they rise
they take over the minds of our young ones
and the history’s raped by the alternative facts
In times like these
In times of ignorance
We meet again.
And in the end will you choose silence?
Will you be comfortable living that way?
Will I keep riding till the very end?
I want you to join me before it’s too late.
In times like these
In times of violence
Where will we be?
Where will we chose to stand?
And in the end will we choose silence?
Will we be comfortable living that way?
