They are building monuments

With no fear of consequence

They’ve been lying to my face

Feel the silence of our graves

They will not televise

There is no compromise

Their hands have cast the blight

How do I make this right?

How do I make this right?

Before my very eyes

Watch as the people rise

Illusion comes with a price

There is no compromise

No compromise

There is no compromise

They are building monuments

With no fear of consequence

They’ve been lying to my face

Feel the silence of our graves

Of our graves

Feel the silence of our graves