rivers rise against the flood walls of defeat,
as we try to open our eyes and stay awake and run from sleep.
but it's kinda hard when the nation's cradling us in their womb
of the flood walls that keep us wondering "what's out of view?"

hands raised, voices sang, into the fenced in doors.
rivers rising even faster, to defeat the shores.
not the sounds of our voices keeping waters high
but to know the ones at stake are the ones, well they can't hear their cries.

rivers rise against the flood walls of defeat
and it's getting harder everyday just to run from sleep,
cuz the words of our nation are lulling my fears.
its so much easier to kill, anywhere but here.

just the thought of the pain, so easily avoided.
just my conscience setting in, too bad it's been exploited.
just the words telling me, it's in my name that they'll die at all
just the rivers rising, cold blood is made for flood walls.