[Verse 1]
We're stepping stones
For privileged men that use your back to climb
Youth in revolt
Through telephones so keep it short and kind
A game of chess
Use race instead
They force us from inside
Strategize
A happy life
But only seeing
Black and white
Justify my actions
Rectify this war

[Chorus]
They've torn us apart
Everyone and everything's losing the art
Of passion and heart
Where is your passion and heart?

[Verse 2]
What gives you the right
To decide my path in life?
Strip my will to carry on and fight
(With my will to fight)
A jealous man of sorts
Who plays his pawns for sport
The weakest kings will build a wall to hide