No one knows our names
Lying here in these graves unmarked, with no name
Found you lying down by the roadside, half ways melted into the ground
Down into the ground
Come and lay me down
Beside you here in this ground, with five thousand more
with five thousand more
One fifty pa**ed and the hunger is gone now the feeling remains but the people are stronger
I still hear you calling out today
I walk past your grave each night and each morning I still hear the voices of eight million starving
I still hear you calling out today
Descended from a line of famine survivors, millions escaped but how many died though
I still hear you calling out today