The Sound (John M. Perkins' Blues)
The static comes in slow
You can feel it grow
Our stream of conscience flows
Under the streets below
The rivers made of sound
Still running underground
Runs like a silent flood
We run as thick as blood
Can you hear it rise up from the ground?
Can't drown it out
Can you hear it now?
This is the sound of a heartbeat
This is the sound from the discontented mouths of a haunted nation
We are the voice of breaking down
Can you hear me?
This is the sound of the desperation bound by our own collision
We are the voice of breaking down
The static comes alive
Beneath the broken skies
John Perkins said it right
Love is the final fight
Let it rise above, rise above
There is no song louder than love
This is the sound of a heartbeat
This is the sound from the discontented mouths of a haunted nation
We are the voice of breaking down
Can you hear me?
This is the sound of the desperation bound by our own collision
We are the voice of breaking down, down
Let it rise above up from the ground
Can't drown it out, can you hear it now?
This is the sound of a heartbeat
This is the sound from the discontented mouths of a haunted nation
We are the voice of breaking down
Can you hear me?
This is the sound of the desperation bound by our own collision
We are the voice of breaking down
This is the sound
This is the sound
You can feel it grow
Our stream of conscience flows
Under the streets below
The rivers made of sound
Still running underground
Runs like a silent flood
We run as thick as blood
Can you hear it rise up from the ground?
Can't drown it out
Can you hear it now?
This is the sound of a heartbeat
This is the sound from the discontented mouths of a haunted nation
We are the voice of breaking down
Can you hear me?
This is the sound of the desperation bound by our own collision
We are the voice of breaking down
The static comes alive
Beneath the broken skies
John Perkins said it right
Love is the final fight
Let it rise above, rise above
There is no song louder than love
This is the sound of a heartbeat
This is the sound from the discontented mouths of a haunted nation
We are the voice of breaking down
Can you hear me?
This is the sound of the desperation bound by our own collision
We are the voice of breaking down, down
Let it rise above up from the ground
Can't drown it out, can you hear it now?
This is the sound of a heartbeat
This is the sound from the discontented mouths of a haunted nation
We are the voice of breaking down
Can you hear me?
This is the sound of the desperation bound by our own collision
We are the voice of breaking down
This is the sound
This is the sound
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Writer(s): Timothy David Foreman, Jonathan Mark Foreman
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