blindside
the great depression
We are the sons and daughters of a revolution,  Revolutionaries walking us out of oppression  And into a no-low promise land.  And this is leaves us with a great sense of sadness  Dwelling inside our soul.  No one can explain where it's coming from  Or where its taking us.   We just know that something is lost,  But somehow we are lost, lost  And this my friend, is the great depression