Extraneous
It's contagious
To the broken
To the ugly
For the small
Scraps of trash
That will get thrashed
And yet we never fall
We aren't a solution
But a source of confusion
And still we sit and stare
We quiet down
When They circle around
Hide behind Silence's black mare
Hark! An illuminated hole in our curtain
But even then we can't be certain
That if we step into the light
We won't have to fight
We won't have to scream
Scream the whole night
And if we scream the whole night
Our throats will grow tight
And then it we'll much more might
In this fight
In the fight for a voice
A golden word
In a fight for the hopes
They abdicate
Without a sword
The fight where Hannibal of Carthage
Defeats the Romans at Cannae
They ambushed the troop
Left a crimson carnage group
And still had nothing to say
So this fight
It'll be Their plight
This fight
Blood-filled in spite
Among our blithe
This fight
This fight
This fight
This fight
Among the useless
And the trite
By the end of the night
Blood aplenty
Thrones left empty
Songs and poems
A revolution of the century
We don't need no gentry
'Cause with us
It's simply complimentary
But until the white flag goes up
We're still extras
Extraneous solutions
We're the source of deafening silence
That cause the mass confusion
Mass hysteria
I got a line for ya
And this time it won't be ignored;
Battles will be fought
Bodies will be burned
We just want...
We just want...
We just want to be heard.
