The Debate

I heard the debate, coming through my window pane
Cars and planes, burn around my pillow case
In this space, all the fallacies you've held onto proclaim you're the blame
From the farthest darkest back-room

I've heard the debate, screaming through my window pane
Bars and chains, circumvent our real-estate
Oh they take, until all the walls you've held onto proclaim you're the blame
From the farthest darkest back-room

All the things they talk about
All the things they heard about
All the things they never knew... never knew
Calling out for you

Oh, say...
Wake, wake him up
Wake, wake him up