Текст песни James Dean - With Our Head In Our Hands

we traded bells for whispers
and fled off toward the distance

a victim among victims
i cannot bare the terror
when nothing seems more fitting
than bareing teeth and striking bones

we cried out
lets flee south
we moved out
our fists in the air

we lined up
and filed out
our eyes shut
our heads in our hands

in moments of silence
were living without voice