write these words back down inside we have burned their villages and all the people in them died and we adopt their customs and everythign they say we steal all the dreams they had we kill still we all sleep sound tonight is this what you wanted to hear we erased their images and dance and replaced them with borders and flags everything they say we stole at the top of this timeline you'll rmember this is the lipstick in the collar and in my own life i've seen it in the mirror sometimes at the cost of others hopes so write these words back down inside that's where you need it the most and without conviction of heart you will never feel it at all yeah we all dance to the same beat when we're marching yeah the tv tells us everytihgn we need to know and this scene is painted in all the fashions of the moment and history is all the same everything you say you stole every dream you dreamt you bought