I love the sound of my own voice. It helps cut down the noise
Tuning out what I don't want to hear, there's comfort in my fear
Building walls so they don't get in, but somehow I built a prison
And I have trapped myself within, and now I'm isolated in echoes, echoes, echoes, echoes
[Chorus]
Put your hands up, Gentlemen. Turn around slowly and count to ten
From Staten Island to Ferguson, not all white cops, but yes, all black men
Less of you means more for me. If you're still here then I'll never be free
I'll take your air so you can't breathe; it's all the same to me
Circle the wagons, every tribe on its own. I wish you people would leave me alone
Won't let you fool me with your lies, a Trojan Leper in disguise
If everybody here looked like me, I'd sure like what I see
There's nothing wrong with how it used to be when we were isolated in echoes, echoes, echoes, echoes
[Chorus]
Put your hands up, Gentlemen. Turn around slowly and count to ten
From Staten Island to Ferguson, not all white cops, but yes, all black men
Less of you means more for me. If you're still here then I'll never be free
I'll take your air so you can't breathe