If I could shatter and make

Mirrors of your eyes cast in fractures

The rows of dull faces (Dull faces)

Could tarnish and fade

The unremarkable expressions congregate

In the glass shards but they are the image now

And the words remain unsung

They will not sing (Sing)

They have no voice (Voice)

Only their stoic facade (Facade)

They cannot sing

Their motionless stare

Like nails and razors

Amplifying the hope shorn desperate

And they will not sing (Sing)

And they have no voice (Voice)

Only their stoic facade (Facade)

Yes, they cannot sing

But I carry the blunt instrument's tune

And I watch the audience shatter

The audience shatters

The audience shatters

The menace of the mute chorus buries

Into the melody, so bitter now

Moscow in flames, missiles headed toward New York

Film at eleven