Messager

with hearts like hand grenades
 and minds like concrete and steel
 the thinnest of lines divide us
 the most closed of minds confine us
 the sound of a thousand screaming voices
 should be some sort of threat
 the sound of a thousand screaming voices
 should be a sign that it's not dead yet
 what happened to songs I used to lose my voice to
 what happened to songs I used to have to beat my chest
 through
 what happened to songs that made me think
 do you remember when the message mattered
 the sound of a thousand screaming voices
 should be some sort of threat
 the sound of my screaming voice
 should be a sign that I'm not dead yet
 yes we're safe
 safe from danger
 because we've given up on the fact
 that ideas are still dangerous
 your mind is the most dangerous thing you have