I wrote a poem
But this poem was never done
A cry of help through a song,
But that song was never sung.

Enough… Defending false ideals
Enough, trying to find what is real
Enough, get rough, enough
Enough, get rough, enough

(Chorus)
Mute People! Stand up and shout!
Mute People! Your face on a wall crying out!
Mute people! Don’t let them take you to disgrace!
Mute people, will you let them spit on your face!?

Tell me something,
Tell me something I don’t know
Take me somewhere
Take me somewhere we can’t
Tell me I will find
Tell me I aint blind
Tell me its still real
Tell me we are here

Mute People! Time to doubt your constitution
Mute People! Time for your revolution
Mute People! Weapons and words, are the same
Mute People! Don’t be controlled by the insane