Marthame Sanders - Isolated in Echoes (Acoustic) lyrics

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