We're holding the yolk before it slips

Through our bruised hands

We’ve built this home

Where half the floor is sunk

Just half the ceiling still holding on

Our heart is calling for a change

Oh father, we're hoping for that change

Might get loud

We're hoping for a change

It’s time now

People are changing

Might get loud

We're calling for a change

Don't rest now

Flaming words bursting through the chest

Kept for so long

Moldy souls finally unchained

Rushing through the pores, entwined