We never asked for the screaming
It just busted the windows and came in
A burglar stealing our thoughts
Leaving us with gaps on shelves
A broken mural of men
Trying to paint ourselves
As if that weren’t enough
Those walls, they’ll close in
The people that don’t understand
Will treat it like it’s our own sin
They’ll build up crashing waves
Then bring ‘en down on our clout
Villafy us in their village
And wonder why we don’t come out
They’ll claim we’re the bullet
From their tragedy’s gun
They forget who pulled the trigger
As if their works could be undone
And yet their stance is fatally firm
Our illness is the matter
They climb up like King Kong
Standing high atop their tatters
Oh but they’ll pretend to care
Without action to match word
Turning us into rhetoric
Silencing a voice to be heard
So instead we cling to our pride
Nursing the pain that leaves us crying
But if you took the splinters from our paws
You’d see us stand as lions