There is a helpless need for human touch
We are smashed beneath,
On hands and knees, pleading
And it's easier to look away
And it's easier to believe what they say
That you might see my side and for a minute give in
That we are weak and we are suffering
That you might see my side and for a minute give in
There is a driving need to stamp us out
We are made to be ignorant and quiet
As we give it up for nothing
And we leave it to be taken away
That you might see my side and for a minute give in
That we are weak and we are suffering
That you might see my side and for a minute give in
We are smashed beneath,
On hands and knees, pleading
And it's easier to look away
And it's easier to believe what they say
That you might see my side and for a minute give in
That we are weak and we are suffering
That you might see my side and for a minute give in
There is a driving need to stamp us out
We are made to be ignorant and quiet
As we give it up for nothing
And we leave it to be taken away
That you might see my side and for a minute give in
That we are weak and we are suffering
That you might see my side and for a minute give in