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Children roam these empty streets with lust filled eyes and jagged hearts. Narrow frames and crooked teeth, the whole more valuable than each part. And the grasp you have upon this group is as fragile as a pile of ash. They know your lies and weakness with each open hand you bluntly lash. So what is this I see? There is nothing but anger burning inside of me. Oh, these soft legged girls (Do you wish to feel complete?) And hard faced boys. (Say you want it, you need it.) They know no God, They have no voice. We are the sound, We don't belong. So raise up your hands And sing along.
"We Are The Sound"
