| I’m ripping these hands off my mouth
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| Cause it’s leaking out
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| Bottled guilt that I cannot contain
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| For not speaking out, not reaching out
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| To those a world away
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| Comfortable as it seems I still shake
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| How many more times will we say «Never Again»?
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| They’re dying for the day that you will understand
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| It’s time — to draw the line
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| Wounds like this won’t heal with time
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| Think about the flags we’ve waved
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| The «changes» made
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| We can’t begin to feel their pain
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| If we can’t call it by it’s name
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| It’s genocide, fucking genocide
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| What will is take to realize
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| Blame’s staring us right in the face
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| How many more times will we say «Never Again»?
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| They’re dying for the day that you will understand
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| It’s time — to draw the line
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| Wounds like this won’t heal with time
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| If I could just reach out my hand
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| My soul will last
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| So I’m speaking out at last
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| But time moves fast
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| It’s not a question of can (or cannot)
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| It’s just about time
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| It’s just about time |