The Wreckage

The Wreckage

This is the sound of a modern rebellion
This is the sound of the modern style
This is the sound of one hand clapping
And the smell of the smoke one mile away
All the people everywhere
So confused and a little scared
This is the sound of your best shot
The sound that hovers in the air

Hey now, we’re calling you
Hey now, we’re crawling through
The Wreckage

This is the sound of the modern moon
Rebellion modern style
No no, don’t need no sun
Don’t want to hurt anyone
Dictators all around
We’re the ones in the lost and found
They want to overthrow
The voices they can’t control

Hey now, we’re calling you
Hey now, we’re crawling through
The Wreckage

The Wreckage
Crawling out through the other side

This is the sound of one hand clapping
And the smell of the smoke one mile away

Hey now, we’re calling you
Hey now, we’re crawling through
The Wreckage