Again in the papers today
Silence has come at a cost
Told not to spit in the fan
Another soul that is lost

Chorus:
The pride of jeers
Doesn’t protect you
The blade of fears
Doesn’t protect you
A wake of tears
Doesn’t protect you
The spears of peers
Doesn’t protect you

Spiralling angry dark streets.
with egos duller than sense
Our voices is lost in the crowd.

Chorus:

Can’t back away from the call
Escalate onward off course.
In a second it is done
No way to redress remorse.

Chorus:

Could you not see this result?
With a sudden flash of a blade.
All your futures are gone.

Chorus:

knives are death…