Bad Religion - Tiny Voices Lyrics
The brown and orange sky holds its breathAs the sun retreats to the distant horizon,And our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine,And wait for sleep to overcome usAnd from somewhere in our black,Subconscious minds when were asleep,Comes a haunting swelling mass of voices,Resonating, its screams of forgotten victims and the cries of innocence,And the desperate plea for recognition and recompenseTiny voices, echoes of our heritage,Our long and sallow faces turn the other way,Tiny voices, harbored deep withinAs we outwardly deny that they have something to say,And if we dont confront them they will never go awayThe billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into a morning skyFilled with poignant morose wonder,Waking a bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoilWhich we carry deep inside