Tiny Voices
The brown and orange sky holds its breath as the sun retreats
To the distant horizon
And our hearts palpitate anxiously, as we soon will lay supine
And wait for sleep to overcome us
And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds, when we're asleep
Comes a haunting, swelling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and their cries of innocence
And the desperate plea for recognition
And recompense
Tiny voices
Echoes of our heritage
Our long and sallow faces turn the other way
Tiny voices
Harbored deep within
As we outwardly deny
They have something to say
And if you don't confront 'em
They will never go away
The billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into
A morning sky filled with poignant morose wonder
Waking, we bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil
That we carry deep inside
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds, when we're asleep
Comes a haunting swelling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and their cries of innocence
And the desperate plea for recognition
And recompense
Tiny voices
Echoes of our heritage
Our long and sallow faces turn the other way
Tiny voices
Harbored deep within
As we outwardly deny
That they have something to say
And if you don't confront 'em
They will never go away
Go away
Go away
To the distant horizon
And our hearts palpitate anxiously, as we soon will lay supine
And wait for sleep to overcome us
And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds, when we're asleep
Comes a haunting, swelling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and their cries of innocence
And the desperate plea for recognition
And recompense
Tiny voices
Echoes of our heritage
Our long and sallow faces turn the other way
Tiny voices
Harbored deep within
As we outwardly deny
They have something to say
And if you don't confront 'em
They will never go away
The billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into
A morning sky filled with poignant morose wonder
Waking, we bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil
That we carry deep inside
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds, when we're asleep
Comes a haunting swelling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and their cries of innocence
And the desperate plea for recognition
And recompense
Tiny voices
Echoes of our heritage
Our long and sallow faces turn the other way
Tiny voices
Harbored deep within
As we outwardly deny
That they have something to say
And if you don't confront 'em
They will never go away
Go away
Go away
Credits
Writer(s): Greg Graffin
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