We are the unborn you had k**ed / We are the women you have raped
We are the poor you didn't feed / We are the slain dead at your feet
We are the bloodstains on your hands / We are the wounds time cannot mend
We are the people you have enslaved / We are the ones you could have saved
We were the screams you heard that night / When all stood silent till first light
We are your courage that failed that day / We are the consequence from your "nay"
We are the people you've let been k**ed / We are the dreams left unfulfilled
We are the dead of life depraved / We are the ones you should have saved
We are! We are!
We are! We are!
We are the children that lay dead / We are the blood that has been shed
We are the victims of our time / We are the failure of your line
We are the reason you'll find no rest / Why you twist and twirl inside your bed
We are the burden of your guilt / We are the voice that must be heard
You rode to war to preserve your wealth, but not for us, as if we were less than others
How can you pretend to sleep at night, when we lay dying at your doorsteps?
(Yet) there you feast on the blood we spilled, for which you believe you'll never have to answer
'Til you discover on your final day when Justice comes riding in his shining armour
We are the voice that shall be heard!