[Intro]
[Overdriven bass alone, playing the album motif upward instead of downward]

[Verse 1]
Nurse from night shift arrived before dawn,
Clerk brought the burned page wrapped from rain.
The photographer carried a dented black case,
The former red hat uncovered his face.

[Chorus]
The street finds its voice when the stage loses sound,
One word from a doorway, ten feet on the ground.
From factory gates to the courthouse stone,
The street finds its voice, and the voice is our own.

[Verse 2]
Elena brought coffee from the diner at six,
Students cut letters from company sheets.
"NO CROWN GETS MY NAME" dried in the rain,
A child drew sparks on the cardboard flame.

[Chorus]
The street finds its voice when the stage loses sound,
One word from a doorway, ten feet on the ground.
From factory gates to the courthouse stone,
The street finds its voice, and the voice is our own.

[Verse 3]
Some wanted drums, some wanted quiet,
Some feared police, some remembered the riot.
Hands voted under warehouse light:
"We move together. No one commands."

[Bridge]
[Lead voices alternate before joining together]

I brought a picture.
I brought a page.
I brought my layoff.
I brought my rage.

[Buildup]
[Each line adds drums, guitar and additional gang singers]

From the diner:
We are still here.
From the factory:
We are still here.

[Final Chorus]
The street finds its voice and the false walls pound,
Every closed door shakes when truth gathers sound.
No crowns, no cults, let every block join,
The street finds its voice when the people combine.

[Instrumental]
[Ascending three-note guitar motif carried through a long accelerating drum passage]

[Outro]
The route is marked.
The sun climbs high.