A Whisper & a Clamor

Growing tired of bedside resolve

(Politics lay out the pressure)

Something's got to give now

Something's going to break down

I grow tired of writing songs

While people listen but never hear what's really going on now

Tell me what's so wrong now

Clap your hands all ye children

There's a clamor in your whispering

Clap your hands tonight

Hear what the silence screams

Clap your hands

Clap your hands now all ye children

Clap your hands all ye children

There's a clamor in your whispering tonight

For most of men believe hell is never knowing who they are now

(Tell me who you are now)

Finally saved from the outside trapped in what you know

Are you safe from yourself? Can you escape all by yourself?

Clap your hands all ye children

There's a clamor in your whispering

Clam your hands tonight

Hear what the silence screams

Clap your hands

Clap your hands now all ye children

Clap your hands all ye children

There's a clamor in your whispering tonight

Clap your hands

Clap your hands now all ye children

Clap your hands

There's a clamor in your whispering tonight

It's not the lives that you save

But what the silence will scream

It's not the lives that you save

But what the silence will scream

It's not the lives that you save

But what the silence will scream

Clap your hands all ye children

There's a clamor in your whispering

Clap your hands tonight

Hear what the silence screams

Clap your hands

Clap your hands now all ye children

Clap your hands all ye children

There's a clamor in your whispering tonight

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