Our long and sallow faces turn the other way
And their desperate plea for recognition and recompense
Subconscious minds when we're asleep
And wait for sleep to overcome us
Tiny voices
Filled with poignant morose wonder
As we outwardly deny that they have something to say
The billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into a morning sky
It screams of forgotten victims and their cries of innocence
And their desperate plea for recognition and recompense
And if we don't confront them, they will never go away
And if we don't confront them, they will never go away
As we outwardly deny that they have something to say
Echoes of our heritage
Our long and sallow faces turn the other way
And from somewhere in our dark
Comes a haunting swirling mass of voices resonating
Harbored deep within
Echoes of our heritage
Go away
And from somewhere in our dark
Subconscious minds when we're asleep
Harbored deep within
And our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine
That we carry deep inside
It screams of forgotten victims and their cries of innocence
Tiny voices
Comes a haunting swirling mass of voices resonating
Waking a bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil
Tiny voices
Tiny voices
