Over the people, over the bloody thrown
Through the fields and out by the road
There are so many people here
Some missing faces and some missing ears
Hold on, hold on

I don’t know what to do or think
But you stop swimming and you start to sink
And it numbs the pain you feel
In these wounds you think never heal

Over the feeble, those from hunted homes
And they’re seamless right down to the toe
And there’s so many of us here
Some missing faces and some missing ears
Hold on, hold on