The static comes in slow

You can feel it grow

Our stream of conscience flows

Under the streets below



The rivers made of sound

Still running underground

Runs like a silent flood

We run as thick as blood



Can you hear it rise

Up from the ground?

Can't drown it out

Can you hear it now?



This is the sound

Of a heartbeat

This is the sound

From the discontented mouths

Of a haunted nation



We are the voice of breaking down

Can you hear me?



This is the sound

Of the desperation bound

By our own collision

We are the voice of breaking down



The static comes alive

Beneath the broken skies

John Perkins said it right

Love is the final fight



Let it rise above

Rise above

There is no song

Louder than love