Bow your head In the sea of red There are stories to be told As the years go by All the memories unfold Now look and listen as you walk around And you'll hear voices on the wind Those lonely whispers from this hallowed ground

Until we're talking in whispers again (you whispered, hurry) Want to break the hearts of everyone We can take a bit of a breather We can skip to the practical part We can skip to the time of neither When we're together and even When we're apart I'll tell

It may seem at last day passing mean nothing But the sun that set cause only pain Violence in words like slashes wound deeply Love is not when you feel only pain Her touch poison flows through my veins No more I I denounce all your childish games Whispers

And the wind cries Mary. After all the jacks are in their boxes, And the clowns have all gone to bed, You can hear happiness staggering on down the street, Footprints dress in red. And the wind whispers Mary. A broom is drearily sweeping Up the broken

And the end is all I I can see And it scares the hell out of me It scares the hell out of me Erie whispers Trapped beneath my pillow You won't let me sleep Your memories I I know you're in this room I'm sure I I heard you sigh

Can make me feel The world can disappear Make my heart heal And make it oh so clear We can talk in circles Going round in a million ways And never understand 'Cause our words are whispers

Fingers tap into what you were once And I'm worried that I I blew my only chance While we are young And my heart Was colder when you've gone And I I lost my head Under the sun You hold your truth so purely Swerve not through the minds of men

Voices from underground, whispers of freedom Warsaw city at war 1944 help that never came Calling Warsaw city at war Rise up and hear the call History calling to you, 'Warszawo, walcz!' Women, men and children fight They were dying side by side And the

(feat. see-Rayz Walz, Diabolic, Loucipher, Poison Pen, Pumpkinhead, Tonedeff) Host: I've heard whispers about the financial support your government receives from the drug industry. Guest: Well, the irony of this, of course, is that this money, which is

Fingers tap into what you were once And I'm worried that I I blew my only chance While we are young And my heart Was colder when you've gone And I I lost my head Under the sun You hold your truth so purely Swerve not through the minds of men