We're primed and ready
Yet told to lay down
It seems we're better to stand on our heads
Than our own feet

No one is moving
He says you're losing
It's times like this
When battle becomes a man's war

When doors start opening
The sound's overwhelming
Attention span is grabbed by the heart and the soul

From nowhere, a no one
To the King of my Kingdom
I'll choose those who chose to listen to me

Hear me out
Hear this one out
Hear me out
We are small in numbers, we're outnumbered
Way past time to prove we're someone

It's not what you hear
But how you hear it
It's like watching the sun setting
With your own ears

It's not what you see
But how you see it
You're wide awake
But you have not opened your eyes

When floods of voices
Come lifting over
Attention span is grabbed by the heart and the soul

When floods of voices
Come lifting over
I'll choose those who were of my flesh and bone

Hear me out
Hear this one out
Hear me out
We are small in numbers, we're outnumbered
Way past time to prove we're someone


Lyrics submitted by LaDiablo

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