O som de um piano começa a tocar, enquanto as luzes vão aumentando gradualmente, revelando muita fumaça no palco, uma imagem aparece no palco.
Is our secret safe tonight?
And are we out of sight?
Or will our world come tumbling down?
Will they find our hiding place?
Is this our last embrace?
Or will the walls start caving in?
Harley aparece no centro do palco vestida com um macacão industrial com uma fita vermelha atada a cintura, e o cabelo preso em um rabo de cavalo frouxo amarrado com um laço preto.
It could be wrong, could be wrong
But it should've been right
It could be wrong, could be wrong
To let our hearts ignite
It could be wrong, could be wrong
Are we digging a hole?
It could be wrong, could be wrong
This is out of control
A imagem muda para outras propagandas do socing ingles.
It could be wrong, could be wrong
It could never last
It could be wrong, could be wrong
Must erase it fast
It could be wrong, could be wrong
But it could've been right
It could be wrong, could be wrong
Love is our resistance
They'll keep us apart and they won't stop breaking us down
Hold me
Our lips must always be sealed
As luzes se apagam novamente e a melodia começa a mudar transicionando do piano para um som mais enérgico, a imagem muda novamente e as luzes se acendem no meio do palco, dando ênfase a cantora agora vestida com um mini vestido verde e botas brancas e agora com um laço de cabelo verde, tendo a aparencia de Lenina Crowne.
A música da uma breve diminuida e Harley fala: -Cada um pertence a todos, louvado seja vossa Fordeza.
Paranoia is in bloom
The pr, transmissions will resume
They'll try to, push drugs that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that, we will never see the truth around
Another promise, another seed
Another, packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And all the, green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious
Todas as imagens anteriores aparecem de novo atrás de Harley, porém agora queimando.
Interchanging mind control
Come let the, revolution takes its toll
If you could, flick the switch and open your third eye
You'd see that, we should never be afraid to die
Rise up and take the power back
It's time the, fat cats had a heart attack
You know that, their time's coming to an end
We have to, unify and watch our flag ascend
They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious
They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious.
As luzes se apagam e uma imagem começa a piscar.
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