Break ground.
Buckle down.
It’s time.
Yeah, it’s time for the party to make some sound.

Let’s move from this underground,
She’d some of this blackligth to surrounding towns.

How much responsibility do you bear
For the I’ll uses others might make of your ideas?
Almost as much responsibility that you’d bear
If you failed to speak your mind
When it might have made some kind of a difference.
So make a difference.
Could you make ‘em dance
Turn your bleeding hearts into some bleeding hands?

Line up.
State your name, state your claims, claim your stakes.
If you wanna fight with us, you’ve got to refuse to
Please the game.
Look ahead now.
Oh, let the countdown usher 
The philanthropic minds to speak up now
And scrape the paint that hides the crimes
Of a silent kind.

Look up
And make a difference.
But the right difference would mean
The bleeding hearts would got to be turned into some 
Bleeding hands from solid lands.
Yeah, you can make ‘em dance
And keep an upright stance?
Is the position that you hold
One that could parallel
synergistically greater plan?
Or Would it force us all to be packed into a can?

How much responsibility do you bear
For the I’ll uses that the others might make of your ideas?
Almost as much responsibility that you’d bear
If you failed to speak you mind 
When it might have changed things.

Now, can you make ‘em dance
And keep an upright stance?
Or has the premise of your cause
Been rooted in a slopin’, quickly given golden sand?
Cause the collapse you’d
Would pull us down with claws
That don’t let go.
Yeah, the collapse you’d cause
Could pull us down with claws
That don’t let go