Tiny Voices Lyrics by Bad Religion

Tiny Voices Lyrics

    the brown and orange sky holds its breath
    as the sun retreats to the distant horizon,
    and our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine,
    and wait for sleep to overcome us

    and from somewhere in our black,
    subconscious minds when we're asleep,
    comes a haunting swelling mass of voices,
    resonating, its screams of forgotten victims and the cries of innocence,
    and the desperate plea for recognition and recompense

    tiny voices, echoes of our heritage,
    our long and sallow faces turn the other way,
    tiny voices, harbored deep within
    as we outwardly deny that they have something to say,
    and if we don't confront them they will never go away

    the billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into a morning sky
    filled with poignant morose wonder,
    waking a bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil
    which we carry deep inside

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