Bad Religion - Tiny Voices lyrics
[Bad Religion - Tiny Voices lyrics]
The brown and orange sky holds it's
Breath as the sun retreats
To the distant horizon
And our hearts palpitate anxiously
As we soon will lay supine
And wait for sleep to overcome us
And from somewhere in our
Black subconscious minds, when we're asleep
Comes a haunting
Swelling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and
Their cries of innocence
And the desperate plea for
Recognition and recompense
Tiny voices echoes of our heritage
Our long and sallow faces turn the other way
Tiny voices
Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny
They have somethin' to say
And if you don't confront 'em
They will never go away
The billions of tiny pinhole
Embers fade into a morning sky filled with
Poignant morose wonder
Waking, we bear a cosmetic peace
That verifies the turmoil
That we carry deep inside
Ah, ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah, ah ah ah
Ah, ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
And from somewhere in our
Black subconscious minds, when we're asleep
Comes a haunting
Swelling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and
Their cries of innocence
And the desperate plea for
Recognition and recompense
Tiny voices echoes of our heritage
Our long and sallow faces turn the other way
Tiny voices
Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny
That they have somethin' to say
And if you don't confront 'em
They will never go away
(Ay, ay ay ay ay, ay ay ay, ay ay, ay ay ay)
Go away (Ay, ay ay ay ay, ay ay ay ay)
Go away
Breath as the sun retreats
To the distant horizon
And our hearts palpitate anxiously
As we soon will lay supine
And wait for sleep to overcome us
And from somewhere in our
Black subconscious minds, when we're asleep
Comes a haunting
Swelling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and
Their cries of innocence
And the desperate plea for
Recognition and recompense
Tiny voices echoes of our heritage
Our long and sallow faces turn the other way
Tiny voices
Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny
They have somethin' to say
And if you don't confront 'em
They will never go away
The billions of tiny pinhole
Embers fade into a morning sky filled with
Poignant morose wonder
Waking, we bear a cosmetic peace
That verifies the turmoil
That we carry deep inside
Ah, ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah, ah ah ah
Ah, ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
And from somewhere in our
Black subconscious minds, when we're asleep
Comes a haunting
Swelling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and
Their cries of innocence
And the desperate plea for
Recognition and recompense
Tiny voices echoes of our heritage
Our long and sallow faces turn the other way
Tiny voices
Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny
That they have somethin' to say
And if you don't confront 'em
They will never go away
(Ay, ay ay ay ay, ay ay ay, ay ay, ay ay ay)
Go away (Ay, ay ay ay ay, ay ay ay ay)
Go away