These are the eyes that can't see me These are the hands that drop your trust These are the boots that kick you 'round This is the tongue that speaks on the inside
These are the ears that ring with hate This is the face that'll never change This is the fist that grinds you down This is the voice of silence no more
These are the legs in circles run This is the beating you'll never know These are the lips that taste no freedom This is the feel that's not so safe
This is the face you'll never change This is the god that ain't so pure This is the god that is that pure This is the voice of silence no more
We the people Are we the people? We the people Are we the people?
Some kind of monster Some kind of monster Some kind of monster This monster lives
This is the face that stones you cold This is the moment that needs to breathe These are the claws that scratch these wounds This is the pain that never leaves
This is the tongue that whips you down This is the burden of every man These are the screams that pierce your skin This is the voice of silence no more
This is the test of flesh and soul This is the trap that smells so good This is the flood that drains these eyes These are the looks that chill to the bone
These are the fears that swing overhead These are the weights that hold you down This is the end that will never end This is the voice of silence no more
We the people Are we the people? We the people Are we the people?
Some kind of monster Some kind of monster Some kind of monster This monster lives
This is the cloud that swallows trust This is the black that uncolors us This is the face that you hide from This is the mask that comes undone
Ominous, I am in us Ominous, I am in us Ominous, I am in us Ominous, I am in us
Some kind of monster Some kind of monster Some kind of monster This monster lives
