Well bury me in this town, face to face with all my dreams Let us sing to the sound of the violence, let us sing to the sound of the grief. Let us sing. We are the sirens of the youth, we need our broken hearts to scream and shout because, until the blood runs out, we need to stand up and fight for our freedom, so let us sing. We are the sirens of the youth, we need our broken hearts to scream and shout because, until the blood runs out, we need to stand up and fight for our freedom, so let us sing. We are the violence of the youth, but with open arms and hearts that care about the bodies where the blood runs out, from the people dying for their freedom, so let us sing.