I'm

call-

ing

out

On-

ly

ech-

oes

res-

pond

But

I

scream

'til

my

voice

is

gone

Crouch-

ing

in

corn-

ers

and

hi-

ding

your

face

I'm

sick

and

ti-

red

of

play-

ing

your

games

I'm

not

a-

lone

I

stand

a-

mongst

the

voice-

less

Mill-

ions

in

the

un-

for-

giv-

ing

sun

Here

arm-

in-

arm

We

pa-

rade

these

streets

And

sing

our

songs

Is

there

e-

ven

a-

ny-

thing

left

to

ex-

plain?

Am

I

real-

ly

some-

one

you

need

to

re-

strain?

Can't

you

list-

en

to

what

we

have

to

say?

Un-

know-

ing,

we

lie

and

wait

for

the

rain

To

wash

a-

way

what

they

have

made

Face

down

in

the

dirt

with

your

foot

on

my

back

In

the

dist-

ance

I

hear

thun-

der

crack

C'-

mon

Stand

up!

This

sys-

tem

of

po-

wer

and

priv-

ilege

is

a-

bout

to

come

to

an

end

Here

come

the

clouds

The

first

drop

is

fall-

ing

down

Is

there

e-

ven

a-

ny-

thing

left

to

ex-

plain?

Am

I

real-

ly

some-

one

you

need

to

re-

strain?

Can't

you

list-

en

to

what

we

have

to

say?

Our

fu-

tures

burn

in

red

ho-

ri-

zons

Ash-

es

scat-

tered

in

winds

of

change

Cas-

ual-

ty

num-

bers

are

ris-

ing

Now

it's

time

to

raise

the

stakes

We're

meant

for

some-

thing

more

than

liv-

ing

just

to

put

food

on

our

plates

I

can't

help

but

won-

der

why

should

we

par-

ti-

ci-

pate?

Is

there

e-

ven

a-

ny-

thing

left

to

ex-

plain?

Am

I

real-

ly

some-

one

you

need

to

re-

strain?

Can't

you

list-

en

to

what

we

have

to

say?