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
