Текст: Alexisonfire. Crisis. We Are The Sound.

Children roam these empty streets
With lust filled eyes and jagged hearts
Narrow frames and crooked teeth
The whole more valuable than each part

And the grasp you have upon this group
Is as fragile as a pile of ash
They know your lies and weakness
With each open hand you bluntly lash

Oh these soft legged girls
And hard faced boys
They know no god
They have no voice


So what is this I see
There is nothing but anger
Burning inside of me
(Oh these soft legged girls)
Do you wish to feel complete
(And hard faced boys)
(They know no God)
Say you want it, need it
(They have no voice)

We are the sound
We don't belong
So raise up your hands
And sing along
[x2]

Girls with fire in their eyes

Boy with will and aim that's true
Living in a jilted world
Contempt spreads just like the flu

So let's all take some solace
In one thing that we all can trust
Adults can be fucked up too
Sometimes even more than us

(Oh these soft legged girls)
Do you wish to feel complete
(And hard faced boys)
(They know no god)
Say you want it, need it
(They have no voice)

WE ARE THE SOUND
WE HAVE NO VOICE
[Yelled x2]

We are the sound
We don't belong
So raise up your hands
And sing along
[x2]

And Sing Along!