Lyrics
we make ritual noise
wired to the world
under your fingertips
we take special care
listen to the words
spoken in confidence
we make ritual noise
shouting to be heard
cooling out burning lips
we break down the gates
open up our wounds
bleeding for innocence
we make ritual noise
we weave the fabric of dreams
we build cities of sound
we feel the rhythm of time
we live dangerous lives
we have the power of will
we twist logic around
we feed the engines of change
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by Dickinson