I'm at the end of my report again

For those who won't do apathy 

You had the perfect opportunity 

But pled the fifth and walked away 



Say something 

Make us proud

Cast the first stone 

Say anything at all



Make a move 

For every one thing we're ignorant of

A thousand more things beat the maze

You saw the apple hanging on the tree 

But missed the orchard in your gaze 



Say something 

Make us proud

Cast the first stone 

Say anything at all



Make a move 

(hands on the eyes are the engines of demise)

Make a move



I'm cautious of who I would call a friend 

Who you aquaint is who you are 

The darkest hours are when we choose a side 

So make your pick and take a fall 



Say something 

Say anything at all 

Make a move 

(hands on the eyes are the engines of demise)

Make a move