Tiny Voices - Bad Religion

The brown and orange sky holds its breathe 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

Its screams of forgotten victims and the 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, HARBOURED DEEP WITHIN AS WE OUTWARDLY DNEY THAT THEY HAVE SOMETHING

TO SAY

AND IF WE DON’T CONFRONT THEM 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 the verifies the turmoil which we carry deep

Inside

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 the cries of innocence

And the desperate plea for recognition, and recompense

TINY VOICES, ECHOES OF OUR HERITAGE OUT LONG AND SALLOW FACES TURN THE OTHER WAY

TINY VOICES, HARBOURED DEEP WITHIN AS WE OUTWARDLY DENY THAT THEY HAVE SOMETHING

TO SAY

AND IF WE DON’T CONFRONT THEM THEY WILL NEVER O AWAY

Go away!