Pollution, cain and misery
Oceans of gold and mystery
Armies boisterous and armies loud
Portaits of a vicious crowd

Talk to me, talk to me now
Hey man, you're all that I have

Me, myself, myself and I
Were born to weep and born to die
I have chosen my anthems
Of these I am proud
Portraits of a divided crowd

Talk to me, talk to me now