Текст: Naked Raygun. Last Of The Demohicans. Treason.

Why me? Why am I down? Why feel I'm not whole?
Why feel so far below? I'm free to go.
Why dream? Why partake? Why be half of a weak
embrace of time and of place and lose space?

Deep down inside I know the reasons, reasons.
In faces I see lies. While they try to hide their
eyes. Man, it hurts inside.
It's like treason, treason. [treason - 3x]

Soft ground politics, inside dealing tricks.
I can't pick a side, you decide.
What plan? What design? Can they have in mind?
Have they lost their minds? Have I lost mine?

It's never just black or white. I know the reasons,
reasons. What I feel makes me alive goes beyond
what they decide, can't fight what gives you life
That's treason, treason. [treason - 3x]