The brown and orange sky holds its breath as the sun retreats
To the distant horizon
And our hearts palpitate anxiously, as we soon will lay supine

And wait for sleep to overcome us

And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds, when we´re asleep
Comes a haunting, swelling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and their cries of innocence
And the desperate plea for recognition and recompense

Tiny voices
Echoes of our heritage, our long and sallow faces turn the other way
Tiny voices
Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny they have somethin´ to say
And if you don´t confront ´em, they will never go away

The billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into a morning sky filled with poignant morose wonder
Waking, we bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil
That we carry deep inside

Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah

And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds, when we´re asleep
Comes a haunting, swelling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and their cries of innocence
And the desperate plea for recognition and recompense

Tiny voices
Echoes of our heritage, our long and sallow faces turn the other way
Tiny voices
Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny that they have somethin´ to say
And if you don´t confront ´em, they will never go away
(Ay, ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay-ay)
Go away (Ay, ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay-ay)
Go away