Gosh, it's smoky in this place

Looking hard, I see your face

You are lingering

Coming through in stereo, louder than the radio

You are lingering

Blinded by the LCD and the wrong condoned on our TVs

Are you lingering? You can't bind us with your politics

We won't forget

We can't neglect

We go on and on

We've made our hearts numb to the things that we've ignored

Buried the past, and the pain that we've endured

Feel the groundswell with the blood of one in three

Feel the groundswell