To Be Treated Rite

Oh, we are what we are when in danger And we are as we stand, head in hand When a friend brings to light On a cold silver knife You can stare your fate into his hands Oh, we are what we are when we're made to Be the sole owning guardians of land And there's always advice on a cold winter's night Like your dreams are just an island in the sand Don't it seem so strange How it just don't change? Things you stay the same As they've always been Some of us are out to win And some of us are out to aim Oh, we are what we are when we're praying In our way of seeking some light May the mission bells ring of the colourful dream In the faith that everyone is treated right Don't it seem so strange How it just don't change? Things just stay the same As they've always been Some of us are out to win And some of us are out just to aim May the mission bells ring of the colourful dreams In the faith that everyone is treated right