Walk down the street stare at my feet See myself in the cracks in the concrete Puddles of water gather up In a place where tumbleweeds Have turned to plastic bags If i could go I would take nothing No one with me And I'd never ever ever look back Drag your feet across stolen ground Turn away while the rest of them drown No one cares for anyone anymore They say keep your demons to yourself (sedated locked into a tv screen To keep distracted from the slaughter Of your innocent neighbors Just because you live In a different continent It doesn't make their suffering Any less real) They say its all about the books It's all about the streets Well I only give a damn About the calluses on my two feet But they are dodging bullets While we are dancing in our dreams And no one hears their silent whispers No one hears their bloody screams