I Give To You

We are proud individuals living on the city,
But the flames couldn't go much higher.
We find God and religions to
To paint us with salvation.
But no one,
No, nobody,
Can give you the power,

To rise over love,
And over hate
Through this iron sky,
That's fast becoming our minds,
Over fear and into freedom.

Oh, that's life
That's dripping down the walls
Of a dream that cannot breathe
In this harsh reality,
Mass confusion spoon fed to the blind
Serves now to define our cold society.

From which we'll rise over love,
Over hate
From this iron sky,
That's fast becoming our minds,
Over fear and into freedom.

You just got to hold on!
You just got to hold on!

[Charlie Chaplin as The Barber:]
To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair!
The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress.
The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people.
And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.
Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men with machine minds and machine hearts!
You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men!
You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure/
Let us use that power!
Let us all unite!

And we'll rise over love,
And over hate,
Through this iron sky,
That's fast becoming our minds
Over fear, into freedom.
Into freedom!

From which we'll rise over love,
And over hate
Through this iron sky,
That's fast becoming our minds
Over fear and into freedom.
Freedom!

Rain on me!
Rain on me!
Rain on me!