Slight Of Hand

This city's broke up, shut down

It is the last to give up on itself

Oh how it mocks those who succeed where it failed

Oh how its pride quells its reason

Grind your teeth; gasp for air

Let's fight for what we hold dear

We won't be held, submerged under fear

What good is this scream, if there's no one to hear?

Don't you think your ignorance has cost us all enough?

Outrage, offense; Say it like you mean it

That's right, now we're here

To pick up the pieces of the lives shattered in your wake

Fearless, but searching... make your way to self-discovery

Cut to the heart of these rhythms and melodies

Then, curse us again

Let my voice be the fire by which your blood is boiled

Let this onslaught wring the fear straight from your bones

Why can't you admit that it's your failures that frighten you?

Animated truth spews forth from our throats

It takes you by yours, overlooked no more

You'll stop at nothing

To feel nothing