Two legs and a chirpin' sound, it likes to make when the sun begins goes down.
Underneath that golden circle, I'll be it wonders what is that sound?
It's been playing oh so loud...
It would take maybe 1000, maybe two or more to even come close,
to that aggravating force, of which I can’t overcome, to hear my own brethren…
Now you've done it, you've gone and made me mad,
Upon this rock I'll stand, and issue my commands, assemble my attack. . .
For as long as we’re making noise, know one thing my friend, be sure you’ll hear my voice, for as long as I can stand, I’ll fight for my land, ‘til my strength is at an end.
Take a stand and make it grand, defense is not our choice
A mobilized attack to our offenders is the course
The hammer drops, to arms we go, to protect what is not yours
So steady all your weapons and take aim for the noise
As the crowd, began to die down, and volume was low. To the ground,
a faint and distant sound…
A tiny army, no match in size, or in decibels, but to my surpise.
They marched on willing to die.
Goes to show, if you oppress the sound, of those who are loud, they’ll rise up from beneath you,
So eager to astound, with what weapons they may have, to make their voices heard, and to let their point ring out.