Golden Sand

歌詞

Break ground. Buckle down. It's time. Yeah, it's time for the party to make some sound. Let's move from this underground, Shed some of this blacklight to surrounding towns. How much responsibility do you bear For the ill uses others might make of your ideas? Almost as much responsibility that you'd bear If you failed to speak your mind When it might have made some kind of a difference. So make a difference. Could you make 'em dance Turn your bleeding hearts into some bleeding hands? Line up. State your name, state your claims, claim your stakes. If you wanna fight with us, you've got to refuse to please the game. Look ahead now. Oh, let the countdown usher The philanthropic minds to speak up now And scrape the paint that hides the crimes Of a silent kind. Look up And make a difference. But the right difference would mean The bleeding hearts would got to be turned into some Bleeding hands from solid lands. Yeah, can you make 'em dance And keep an upright stance? Is the position that you hold One that could parallel A synergistically greater plan? Or would it force us all to be packed into a can? How much responsibility do you bear For the ill uses that the others might make of your ideas? Almost as much responsibility that you'd bear If you failed to speak your mind When it might have changed things. Let's move from this undergound Blare some of this blacklight Through their socket pride Where their eyes used to hide When they had sight Now only servin' as a path For us to maybe reach that height With a word To make a difference. Come on, let's make 'em dance, Turn their bleeding hearts Into some bleeding hands over solid lands. Now, can you make 'em dance And keep an upright stance? Or has the premise of your cause Been rooted in a slopin', quickly given golden sand? 'Cause the collapse you'd cause would pull us down with claws that don't let go. Yeah, the collapse you'd cause could pull us down with claws that don't let go