The Sound (John M. Perkins' Blues)

The static comes in slow You can feel it grow Our stream of conscience flows Over the streets below Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh The rivers made a sound Still running underground Runs like a silent flood We run as thick as blood Can you hear me rise? Up from the ground You can't drown it out Can you hear it now? - - This is the sound of a heartbeat! This is the sound from the discontented mouths Of a haunted nation We are the voice of breaking down! Can you hear me? This is the sound! Of a desperation bound by a heart collision We are the voice of breaking down! The static comes alive With broken skies John Perkins said it right "Love is the final fight" Ohhhhh, Ohhhhhh Ohhhhh, Ohhhhhh Let it rise above! Rise above! There is no sound Louder than love - - This is the sound of a heartbeat! This is the sound from the discontented mouths Of a haunted nation We are the voice of breaking down! Can you hear me? This is the sound! Of a desperation bound by a heart collision We are the voice of breaking down! Down, down, down Let it rise above Up from the ground You can't drown it out Can you hear it now? - - This is the sound of a heartbeat! This is the sound from the discontented mouths Of a haunted nation We are the voice of breaking down! Can you hear me? This is the sound! Of a desperation bound by a heart collision We are the voice of breaking down! This is the sound, this is the sound!