Golden Sand - The Republic Tigers

Break ground

Buckle down

It’s time

Yeah, it’s time for the party to make some sound

Let’s move from this underground

Shed some of this blacklight to surrounding towns

How much responsibility do you bear

For the ill uses others might make of your ideas?

Almost as much responsibility that you’d bear

If you failed to speak your mind

When it might have made some kind of a difference

So make a difference

Could you make 'em dance

Turn your bleeding hearts into some bleeding hands?

Line up

State your name, state your claims, claim your stakes

If you wanna fight with us, you’ve got to refuse to please the game

Look ahead now

Oh, let the countdown usher

The philanthropic minds to speak up now

And scrape the paint that hides the crimes

Of a silent kind

Look up

And make a difference

But the right difference would mean

The bleeding hearts would got to be turned into some

Bleeding hands from solid lands

Yeah, can you make 'em dance

And keep an upright stance?

Is the position that you hold

One that could parallel

A synergistically greater plan?

Or would it force us all to be packed into a can?

How much responsibility do you bear

For the ill uses that the others might make of your ideas?

Almost as much responsibility that you’d bear

If you failed to speak your mind

When it might have changed things

Let’s move from this undergound

Blare some of this blacklight

Through their socket pride

Where their eyes used to hide

When they had sight

Now only servin' as a path

For us to maybe reach that height

With a word

To make a difference

Come on, let’s make 'em dance

Turn their bleeding hearts

Into some bleeding hands over solid lands

Now, can you make 'em dance

And keep an upright stance?

Or has the premise of your cause

Been rooted in a slopin', quickly given golden sand?

'Cause the collapse you’d cause would pull us down with claws that don’t let go

Yeah, the collapse you’d cause could pull us down with claws that don’t let go