We Are the Sound
Children roam these empty streets
With lust filled eyes and jagged hearts
Narrow frames and crooked teeth
The whole more valuable than each part
And the grasp you have upon this group
Fragile as a pile of ash
They know your lies and weakness
With each open hand you bluntly lash
Oh, these soft legged girls
And hard faced boys
They know no God
They have no voice
So what is this I see
There is nothing but anger burning inside of me
Oh, these soft legged girls (Do you wish to feel complete)
And hard faced boys (Say you want it, you need it)
They know no God
They have no voice
We are the sound
We don't belong
So raise up your hands
And sing along
We are the sound
We don't belong
So raise up your hands
And sing along
Girls with fire in their eyes
Boys with will and aim that's true
Living in a jilted world
Contempt spreads just like the flu
So let's all take some solace
In one thing that we all can trust
Adults can be fucked up, too
Sometimes even more than us
Oh, these soft legged girls (Do you wish to feel complete)
And hard faced boys (Say you want it, you need it)
They know no God
They have no voice
We are the sound
We have no voice
We are the sound
We have no voice
We are the sound
We don't belong
So raise up your hands
And sing along
We are the sound
We don't belong
So raise up your hands
And sing along
And sing along
With lust filled eyes and jagged hearts
Narrow frames and crooked teeth
The whole more valuable than each part
And the grasp you have upon this group
Fragile as a pile of ash
They know your lies and weakness
With each open hand you bluntly lash
Oh, these soft legged girls
And hard faced boys
They know no God
They have no voice
So what is this I see
There is nothing but anger burning inside of me
Oh, these soft legged girls (Do you wish to feel complete)
And hard faced boys (Say you want it, you need it)
They know no God
They have no voice
We are the sound
We don't belong
So raise up your hands
And sing along
We are the sound
We don't belong
So raise up your hands
And sing along
Girls with fire in their eyes
Boys with will and aim that's true
Living in a jilted world
Contempt spreads just like the flu
So let's all take some solace
In one thing that we all can trust
Adults can be fucked up, too
Sometimes even more than us
Oh, these soft legged girls (Do you wish to feel complete)
And hard faced boys (Say you want it, you need it)
They know no God
They have no voice
We are the sound
We have no voice
We are the sound
We have no voice
We are the sound
We don't belong
So raise up your hands
And sing along
We are the sound
We don't belong
So raise up your hands
And sing along
And sing along
Credits
Writer(s): Dallas Green, Chris Steele, Jordan Hastings, George Pettit, Wade Macneil
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