We live in a world of silence
That erupts in a single threat
Seven billion angry people
Who all live different lives and yet
The faith lies in purity of governance
The castles are no longer built in sand
And they believe their freedom is at hand
So why am I John Adams in my own fantasy?
Trying to build a nation that longs to be free
Hoping that people will rise
But I will bury my eyes until then
I live in a world of madness
But I refuse to believe I'm mad
Cuz I awake from a lonesome nightmare
Like the founding fathers had
Where I stand alone in front of a staring crowd
Waiting to hear what I have to say
And afraid to offend anyone
I walk away
So why am I John Adams in my own fantasy?
Should I bury the hatchet and hope it all comes to me
Someday the people will rise
But I will bury my eyes until then
But I've read each story and I followed plot
And I know he would never step aside
Still my heart says I should wait it out
Just for a while
Just a while
Just a little while longer
So why am I John Adams in my own fantasy?
If I can't feel the power that is rising in me
I know that people will rise
But will I bury my eyes?
Why am I John Adams in my own fantasy?
Trying to build a world where we can always be free
I know that people will rise
Don't want to bury my eyes
I know that people will rise
Don't want to bury my eyes
I know that people will rise
Don't want to bury my eyes
Until
Then