Lyrics

No one knows our names,
Lying in this grave unmarked,
With no name, with no name

Found you lying down by the roadside,
Half ways melted into the ground.
Down into the ground.
Come and lay me down beside you here in this ground,
With five thousand more, with five thousand more

One fifty passed and the hunger is gone
Now the feeling remains but the people are stronger.
I still hear you calling out today.
I walk past your grave each night and each morning
I still hear the voices of eight million starving.
I still hear you calling out today.
Descended from a line of famine survivors,
Millions escaped but how many died though.
I still hear you calling out today