Voices So Weak, They can't even squeak Stand up & they call you a freak Applauds to a baby kisser's speech Words stronger than the waves on the marina beach Practice what you preach Not the deeds of a leech As a lady with an anklet in her hand watches over Epitome of morale I don't want to see her curse come over Its time to clean our sands up ! It's time to raise our hands up ! Is this the voice of the ones that can't be heard A Shepard to rise ready to pay the price Hungry wolves on the prowl Sheep used as baits Must have been ill fate I wonder how much of us they ate The whole world is bent I can't even see straight I aint the kind of artist Its kind of hard when it comes to the truth Iam stuck in a matrix call me prisoner of Zayn Na Nah No more debate !