Alice Watts - Voices Lyrics

Brave people crying out
Make way
Dark days make the light appear
In shade
They're speaking and calling out
Your name
They're preaching and teaching who
To blame
Where we live
There's a chance
We could die
Or we dance
To the sound of voices
The sound of voices
But woe to the one
Who killed their fathers
And woe to the one
Who killed their sons
What makes the news
Is just a game
But we're walking and talking
To the sound that they play
We were born in a place
In a time and a space
So shaped by voices
We're shaped by voices
But woe to the one
Who killed their fathers
And woe to the one
Who killed their sons