Turned down, tuned out— For every dream I watched us knock to the ground We “stood and stared” under the sun’s stark heat As it dried the cement that we let cover our feet We can’t detract Our discontent from what what’s been forced on our backs. Do we carry it all with a heart intact If it means that this can stay together, Even if it will never be the same
Covered my face, Met failure’s embrace The tears welled up, and I let the rain come down What if this movement just fucking died here? Left staring at the remnants of all potential lost
The recycled lines, the familiar faith Such cheap expectations have caused me to feel displaced And I don’t think that I’m done feeling restless Growing up to find nightmares in what our father’s called dreams.
Turned down, tuned out This is the voice you tried to force to the ground. So tell me what you think of how it really sounds when I say They can’t keep down The hush frustration that exists in the crowd
Stood still in the shadow of the flag I felt everything I know start to come undone; I dropped to the ground when I felt its weight (It’s crippling)
We all fall down, we all fall down But isn’t falling what made me long to stand For the oppressed, alone, and discontent – We cry
Will not be turned, will not be turned against myself
We’ve seen our fears Control a world where less and less is clear Fear only takes you so far, Before it takes you away.
When the lights are low and the music’s loud Can we work to tear injustice down? I’m asking do you still love this? Well I do too
I’m still listening Stay warm when the rain comes down Stand with me.