Quiet Place

SECOND SOUL

featuring WHITNEY TAI

They come a gunnin’
This wilted town
Suits come a walkin’
At speeds of sound

No they don’t like marchin’
just candid killin’
Rejoicing a light stomped out

In broad day, their second soul pervades
Oh, they’re heartless, they’ll soon betray

What more must we hand off to our captors?
What more must be sold to sate the sovereign?

In these final moments besieged
Drink my blood
Just to bleed my peace
While I’m down
on these war-torn knees

Brace for the fallout
As small men rage
Branded our safety
a rusted cage

No they don’t see equals
Just generations
of privilege disguised as blame

In broad day, their second soul parades
A circus for a world stage

What more must we hand off to our captors?
What more must be sold to sate the sovereign?

In these final moments besieged
Drink my blood
Just to bleed my peace
Must we die to be free?

In these final moments of need
Was my life
Just a tax to glean?
Will I ever be free?

Must we die to be free…

words by Whitney Tai

music by Michael Ciravolo and Michael Rozon