[Intro — lone voice over a low drone] Sadness. The world is in a lot of pain. I feel it. I carry it with me. [Verse 1 — spoken-rap] I stand up and I carry on. This wayward song of the indigo children. And the days are long. A burden— to understand the suffering. They keep calling it progress. What good is it doing? A river can't drink money. A forest can't breathe smoke. I carry what I'm seeing. It catches in my throat. [Chorus — open, communal] When will we know peace? No one wants pieces. The whole heart of the tribe stops beating. When will we know peace? No one wants pieces. I scream to the heavens— Can anybody hear me? [Verse 2 — restrained, then rising] The days I've wished, the days I've cried to be unawakened. To close my eyes. Because this has been a curse. I scream to the heavens and no one hears my words. Accept this poison. Call it what you do. Constant indoctrination for me and for you. The earth beneath our feet can't take another wound. How much do we bury before we're buried too? [Chorus — heavier, gang responses] When will we know peace? NO ONE WANTS PIECES. The whole heart of the tribe stops beating. When will we know peace? NO ONE WANTS PIECES. I scream to the heavens— Can anybody hear me? [Bridge — bass and voice] But I know a way out. I shout once more. And again. I don't need the heavens to answer for you. I need one ear. One person who hears it too. [Breakdown — call and response] I STAND UP. I CARRY ON. THE DAYS ARE LONG. I CARRY ON. ONE EAR. ONE VOICE. PERK UP. LISTEN. [Final chorus — the crowd joins] When will we know peace? No one wants pieces. The whole heart of the tribe— I need to hear it beating. When will we know peace? No one wants pieces. I shout once more. And again. [Outro — lone voice, no instruments] I just need one ear to perk up and listen.
