Turned down, tuned out
For every dream I watched us knock to the ground
We "stood and stared" under the sun's stark heat
As it dried the cement that we let cover our feet
We can't detract
Our discontent from what what's been forced on our backs.
Do we carry it all with a heart intact
If it means that this can stay together,
Even if it will never be the same

Covered my face,
Met failure's embrace
The tears welled up, and I let the rain come down
What if this movement just fucking died here?
Left staring at the remnants of all potential lost

The recycled lines, the familiar faith
Such cheap expectations have caused me to feel displaced
And I don't think that I'm done feeling restless
Growing up to find nightmares in what our father's called dreams.

Turned down, tuned out
This is the voice you tried to force to the ground.
So tell me what you think of how it really sounds when I say
They can't keep down
The hush frustration that exists in the crowd

Stood still in the shadow of the flag
I felt everything I know start to come undone;
I dropped to the ground when I felt its weight
(It's crippling)

We all fall down, we all fall down
But isn't falling what made me long to stand
For the oppressed, alone, and discontent - We cry

Will not be turned, will not be turned against myself

We've seen our fears
Control a world where less and less is clear
Fear only takes you so far,
Before it takes you away.

When the lights are low and the music's loud
Can we work to tear injustice down?
I'm asking do you still love this?
Well I do too

I'm still listening
Stay warm when the rain comes down
Stand with me.