It's not my problem, it's not my thing. Everything that stirs inside is in vein, Is this the end of humanity. Are the things we believe headed this way. Drowning. Drowning out our sorrow, have you even bothered. These are my hands my tools for creation, this is my mind my guide to illumination, these are the days I cry each and every night. This is my heart beating for you continuing this fight. Fight. Drowning out our sorrows. Have you. Have you even bothered. Bothered. This is our city and that's a fact. We won't stand for you. We need to take it back. We need to come together. We need to organize. We need to stand as one and make things change. This is the story and it echo’s on. And it keeps us safe from this fucking goddamned song. The closer thing is that it holds you tight. And to tell you that you're safe every fucking night. Safe every night. Sometimes the shadow is cast by the sheltering hand, your freedom is a victim of homicide you sit back and watch it die. The Sheltering hand(X5) Sheltering hand(X3) These are my hands. This is creation!