Brothers, mothers; wake and lend me your ears, forget not your sisters and your fathers. 
Great hearts beating still, forget not to speak of yourselves.

Speak of your hearts, your thoughts, and your truths.

Words falling, images fading, repeat.



Let's break with the barriers, 
let's do away with the cloth.
Wielding broken carriage with bare hands through the tide.


Let's undo what has been forced upon us.

Change patterns, understanding that meaning
 will prevail from silence, words will grow fainter.


I'll beg for your silence so that we may
 see the faults of man.

Brothers, mothers; wake and lend me your ears, forget not your sisters and your fathers,
 great hearts beating still, forget not to speak of yourselves.
 Speak of your hearts, your thoughts, and your truths.



Language is dead they say. We'll speak out in silence anyway.
We'll speak out in silence.