Whisper from the cages I heard you growing
bandages and stones in the hole I'm throwing
Captives at the brink of an all out riot
Quiet in the hallways and no guns firing
So, I'd sell your yesterday for something new my friend
All these good saints taking chances, why don't you give in?
They take the money from our pockets when our hands were made to shake it off
They take the spirit from our bodies when our hearts were made to wake it up
While all the stories they've been telling lead to compromise,
somethings telling me we'll never see the end til we try
So take my money, hold my heart and I promise you i won't give up
So we kept writing letters to the fates so I can find my way
something came wired and boosted your pride and now you're on your way today
Making your declaration on hilltops chanting "good will come"
Pushing your paddles, crossing old rivers, setting with the sun