The static comes in slow. You can feel it grow. Our stream of conscience flows. Under the streets below. Ohhhhh ohhhhhh. Ohhhhh ohhhhhh. The rivers made a sound. Still running underground. Runs like a silent flood. We run as thick as blood. Can you hear it rise?. Up from the ground. Can't drown it out. Can you hear it now?. - Chorus -. This is the sound of a heartbeat!. This is the sound from the discontented mouths. Of a haunted nation. We are the voice of breaking down!. Can you hear me? This is the sound!. Of a desperation bound by a heart collision. We are the voice of breaking down!. The static comes alive. Beneath the broken skies. John Perkins said it right. "Love is the final fight". Ohhhhh Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhh Ohhhhhh. Let it rise above! Rise above!. There is no sound. Louder than love. - Chorus -. This is the sound of a heartbeat!. This is the sound from the discontented mouths. Of a haunted nation. We are the voice of breaking down!. Can you hear me? This is the sound!. Of a desperation bound by a heart collision. We are the voice of breaking down!. Down down down. Let it rise above. Up from the ground. You can't drown it out. Can you hear it now?. - Chorus -. This is the sound of a heartbeat!. This is the sound from the discontented mouths. Of a haunted nation. We are the voice of breaking down!. Can you hear me? This is the sound!. Of a desperation bound by our fallen condition. We are the voice of breaking down!. This is the sound this is the sound! >