Tiny Voices

Lyrics | Track Details

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
It 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 we bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil
which we carry deep inside

And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds when we're asleep
Comes a haunting swelling mass of voices,
resonating
It 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

Go away!

Writers
Greg Graffin
Recorded
Rumbo Recorders, Canoga Park, CA
Musicians
Greg Graffin - vocals, Brett Gurewitz - guitar, Jay Bentley - bass, Greg Hetson - guitar, Bobby Schayer - drums
Publishers
POLYPTERUS MUSIC (BMI) / WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP (BMI)