Break ground
Buckle down
It's time
Yeah, it's time for the party to make some sound

Let's move from this underground,
She'd some of this blacklight to surrounding towns

How much responsibility do you bear
For the I'll 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
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 minds 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 would 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 I'll 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 blacklight
Through their socket pride
Where their eyes used to hide
When they had sight
Now only servin' 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 their bleeding hearts
Into some bleeding hands over solid lands

Now, can you make 'em dance
And keep an upright stance?
Or has the premise of your cause
Been rooted in a slopin', quickly given golden sand?
Cause the collapse you'd
Would 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