Turned down, tuned outó
For every dream I watched us knock to the ground
We ďstood and staredĒ under the sunís stark heat
As it dried the cement that we let cover our feet
We canít detract
Our discontent from what whatís been forced on our backs.
Do we carry it all with a heart intact
If it means that this can stay together,
Even if it will never be the same
Covered my face,
Met failureís embrace
The tears welled up, and I let the rain come down
What if this movement just fucking died here?
Left staring at the remnants of all potential lost
The recycled lines, the familiar faith
Such cheap expectations have caused me to feel displaced
And I donít think that Iím done feeling restless
Growing up to find nightmares in what our fatherís called dreams.
Turned down, tuned out
This is the voice you tried to force to the ground.
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So tell me what you think of how it really sounds when I say
They canít keep down
The hush frustration that exists in the crowd
Stood still in the shadow of the flag
I felt everything I know start to come undone;
I dropped to the ground when I felt its weight
We all fall down, we all fall down
But isnít falling what made me long to stand
For the oppressed, alone, and discontent Ė We cry
Will not be turned, will not be turned against myself
Weíve seen our fears
Control a world where less and less is clear
Fear only takes you so far,
Before it takes you away.
When the lights are low and the musicís loud
Can we work to tear injustice down?
Iím asking do you still love this?
Well I do too
Iím still listening
Stay warm when the rain comes down
Stand with me.