Outside-Banco

What is made of plastic But not a dog-gone region But see the walls are crumbled With d**e they drive away Where do we come from We come from beyond the sun And love has lost its flavor It's got to have a gimmick That rape the old romantics They switch to our machines Where do we come from? The outside We have no trick to show you To fit your sense of humor No funny wine or toys That explode and riddle you Where do we come from We come from beyond the sun Is man who lives on his earth All returning There's more space up there for birth And believe the breaks of difference and changes While inside they dream of fame And we come, come to your seas and fields Such a rich land Then why does it seem a desert? And the minds of dark oasis are concealed In our world we make them gods What is it that we give to you Power of vision to see beyond your lives You are the world It's power who you are Trouble you are the world