Break ground, buckle down, it's timenYeah, it's time for the party to make some soundnLet's move from undergroundnShed some of this black light to surrounding townsnnHow much responsibility do you bearnFor the ill uses others might make of your ideas?nAlmost as much responsibility that you'd bearnIf you failed to speak your mindnnWhen it might have made some kind of a differencenSo make a difference and could you make 'em dancenTurn your bleeding hearts into some bleeding hands?nnLine up, state your name, state your claimsnClaim your stakes if you wanna fight with usnYou've got to refuse to please the game, look ahead nownOh let the countdown usher the philanthropic mimes to speak up nownAnd scrape the paint that hides the crimes of a silent kindnnLook up and make a differencenBut the right difference would meannThe bleeding hearts got to be turnednInto some bleeding hands from solid landsnnYeah, you can make 'em dance and keep an upright stance?nIs the position that you hold, one that could parallelnA synergistically greater plannOr would it force us all to be packed into a can?nnHow much responsibility do you bearnFor the ill uses that the others might make of your ideas?nAlmost as much responsibility that you'd bearnIf you failed to speak your mindnnWhen it might have changed thingsnLet's move from this undergroundnBlare some of this black light through their socket pridenWhere their eyes used to hide when they had sightnNow only serving as a path for us to maybe reach that heightnnWith a word to make a differencenCome on, let's make 'em dancenTurn our bleeding heartsnInto the bleeding hands of the solid landsnnNow, can you make 'em dance and keep an upright stance?nOr has the premise of your causenBeen rooted in a sloping, quickly given golden sand?nn'Cause the collapse you'd causenCould pull us down with claws that don't let gonYeah, the collapse you'd causenCould pull us down with claws that don't let go