strike the ground there s not a message in the sound hold out your hands when your god s not listening best believe best believe you ll be systematically placed to die tomorrow with a taste so sweet it could drain the sorrow the sorrow we re living through your eyes but inside we start to die we count our losses strike the ground there s not a message in the sound hold out your hands when your god s not listening the common ground of a modern day escape is calling for the listening you can t pull your way through the same situations time and time again you place your pawns in straight lines alone to buy time will we find the end find the end we re living through your eyes but inside we start to die we count our losses making the wrong moves hoping you ll make them right we raise our voices in time strike the ground there s not a message in the sound hold out your hands when your god s not listening the common ground of a modern day escape is calling for the listening where will you turn when your god has abandoned you where will you turn when he leaves you to die where will you turn when your god has abandoned you where will you turn when he leaves you to die we pray for god strip the structure scratch it out we praise empty skies strike the ground there s not a message in the sound hold out your hands when your god s not listening the common ground of a modern day escape is calling for the listening we re living through your eyes but inside we start to die