To the desperate young, turn a blind eye To the old and lonely, turn a blind eye To our inhumanity To our death dealing vanity To the methods of persuasion, turn a blind eye To the masters of evasion, turn To the science of control, turn a blind eye To a world in chains, turn turn To the sellers of illusion, turn a blind eye To masters of confusion, turn a blind eye To a hollow culture To the circling vulture To lovers of power, turn a blind eye And to a final hour, turn a blind eye To the resurrection To a world in chains, turn turn I don't want to get involved It's not my problem I'll just ignore it I don't want to feel this To the starving children, turn a blind eye To your own redemption, turn To the horror of extinction To a world in chains, turn turn turn