[ Featuring the Deep ]
The people took to the streets en masse
Doing with their feet what should have been counted
On their hands
The broadcast was shaky images
No need for airbrush editorial
The truth will stand on it's own
Don't turn away
From these mistakes
These are the things that you wish that you
Could save
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Soldiers line the roadways
With a vicious crack your head snapped back
Your body went limp like
Your strings had been cut
A spectator to a player on the world stage
Don't turn away
From these mistakes
These are the things you wish yo
Could save, but we both know you can't
We watch the capital
With our hearts in our hands
Take this king from his pauper's throne
And cut him down
They just can't shoot down every single satellite
They bounce transmissions from left to wrong
From wrong to right
And now you've had enough and scream it to the sky
But does it even count as we watch them blow you away
They took to the capital
With their hearts in their hands
Take this king from his pauper's throne
And cut him down
