The sound (John M. Perkins' Blues)

The static comes in slow You can feel it grow Our stream of conscience flows Under the streets below The rivers made of sound Still running underground Runs like a silent flood We run as thick as blood Can you hear it rise Up from the ground? Can't drown it out Can you hear it now? This is the sound Of a heartbeat This is the sound From the discontented mouths Of a haunted nation We are the voice of breaking down Can you hear me? This is the sound Of the desperation bound By our own collision We are the voice of breaking down The static comes alive Beneath the broken skies John Perkins said it right Love is the final fight Let it rise above Rise above There is no song Louder than love