Shouts

Everybody's shouting

The shots out on the streets

Can't hear the words they're seeing?

Could these be the sacred stories?

Because the wind's inside the walls

Harsh words rain down on us all

Gathering a nation

I smell gasoline

The misfits and creations

Of?? magazines

False tears to what's behind the door

Can you still see me at all?

I'll erase you on the ground

The cameras shoot the sound

This whole world is upside down

I still can hear the shouts

I kiss you once then we haul

Will you catch me if I fall back to you?