A plague upon our society
Now paralyzed by complacency
We sit and stare at the wars of today
And wonder how did things get this way
Yet amidst the cries of the innocent
Listen closely and hear the majority
We're silent, we are the ones to blame
The blood is on our hands,
pass all the conversation
Silence speaks much more,
Acceptance of this tragedy
Has shaped our view of reality
and we close off our minds
why love's so hard to find
But take a moment and stop all this fuss
that the fault lies with us
We are the ones to blame,
the blood is on our hands
Pass all the conversation,
We are the ones to blame,
the blood is on our hands
Pass on the conversation,
Passed on the conversation,
It's effortless contemplation,
The blood is on our hands
The blood is on our hands