Action reaction forever

In the mindless distraction

Boots on the ground ain't thumbs on a screen

This equates to helping?

I kinda wanna hate too little too late

But maybe I'm the one that needs to change

They won't break

Without sound, the action won't take

They won't break without pressure forever

From a common collective

Inches can echos for miles and miles

It's a shift in perspective

I kinda wanna hate but I'd rather help

Never too late to make a change

They won't break

Without sound, the action won't take

The sun will rise for all our eyes

Theres no second classes here

Chained together through stormy weather

Clear skies are near

In every ear, year after year, your echos forever heard