I will pen this for the last time And I'm writing it in blood this time On the highest wall for all to see Have we lost our humanity? Searching for a witness Can I get a witness To bring this juggernaut to justice? Does our blood not boil? No Do our hearts not burn? No Outrage, outlive, outlast? We're all stuck with a heavy load On our backs down this winding And narrowing road with no hope to show As the sun sets our veins turn cold What can we do with this heavy load? We must try and fight We're losing our souls, our souls Very few feel the impact Now in fact the facts are all fleeting Now the few contract for fortunes While the rest are left to die So please I beg you, listen to me I tell you this is more than words on a page This is my genuine sense of outrage