Lyrics Impossible! - Hostage Calm

Impossible!

«Impossible!»
Oh, we couldn’t have seen ourselves here
In this desperate place made more austere
And now that it’s all gone to hell, they’re asking
«What's there to sell when everyone’s come off the shelves?»
Can’t you feel the unease?
From these «Troubled States"* to the Middle East
The youth of the world are alive in the streets
When the bell strikes Four on the trading floor
(Yes, we’d like some more)
Will freedom ring?
In the scorching streets of the Arab Spring
Tarhir Square sings
«Will freedom ring?»
Hurt, we yearn
And I’m not about to roll over
I’ve felt your feet trampling over
No, not the tankers, the bankers, dictators or Kings…
I refuse to believe it’s impossible
The youth of the world are alive in the streets
It’s not the bricks «they» fear, it’s what we think