Like a stone around your neck
Like a rock on your chest
Tastes like remorse
Its smell never goes off
Sharp as anger yet
Deadly as a wooden sword
Still a comforting source
Your self pro-claimed innocence
It's the violence that's in your silence
It's the violence that's in your ignorance
We need to learn, we need to perceive
We need to hear, we need to see
We need to read, we need to sing
We need to touch, we need to feel...