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?