Golden Sand

Break ground, buckle down, it's time
Yeah, it's time for the party to make some sound
Let's move from underground
Shed some of this black light to surrounding towns
How much responsibility do you bear
For the ill uses others might make of your ideas?
Almost as much responsibility that you'd bear
If you failed to speak your mind
When it might have made some kind of a difference
So make a difference and could you make 'em dance
Turn your bleeding hearts into some bleeding hands?
Line up, state your name, state your claims
Claim your stakes if you wanna fight with us
You've got to refuse to please the game, look ahead now
Oh let the countdown usher the philanthropic mimes to speak up now
And scrape the paint that hides the crimes of a silent kind
Look up and make a difference
But the right difference would mean
The bleeding hearts got to be turned
Into some bleeding hands from solid lands
Yeah, you can make 'em dance and keep an upright stance?
Is the position that you hold, one that could parallel
A synergistically greater plan
Or would it force us all to be packed into a can?
How much responsibility do you bear
For the ill uses that the others might make of your ideas?
Almost as much responsibility that you'd bear
If you failed to speak your mind
When it might have changed things
Let's move from this underground
Blare some of this black light through their socket pride
Where their eyes used to hide when they had sight
Now only serving as a path for us to maybe reach that height
With a word to make a difference
Come on, let's make 'em dance
Turn our bleeding hearts
Into the bleeding hands of the solid lands
Now, can you make 'em dance and keep an upright stance?
Or has the premise of your cause
Been rooted in a sloping, quickly given golden sand?
'Cause the collapse you'd cause
Could pull us down with claws that don't let go
Yeah, the collapse you'd cause
Could pull us down with claws that don't let go