Your land of make believe,
so thankfully we can see,
what's wrong to us,
we're strong to us,
belong and trust,
and believe all the lies,
'til the cold fall skies,
you never question why,
oh behave be happy slave,
until it all falls down, (down down down)
without a chance to wave,
without a chance to say,
goodbye.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI