I'm at the end of my report again
For those who won't do apathy
You had the perfect opportunity
But pled the fifth and walked away
Say something
Make us proud
Cast the first stone
Say anything at all
Make a move
For every one thing we're ignorant of
A thousand more things beat the maze
You saw the apple hanging on the tree
But missed the orchard in your gaze
Say something
Make us proud
Cast the first stone
Say anything at all
Make a move
(hands on the eyes are the engines of demise)
Make a move
I'm cautious of who I would call a friend
Who you aquaint is who you are
The darkest hours are when we choose a side
So make your pick and take a fall
Say something
Say anything at all
Make a move
(hands on the eyes are the engines of demise)
Make a move
