Growing tired of bedside resolve
Public display of depression
Something’s got to give now
Something’s going to break down
I grow tired of writing songs
While people listen but never hear what’s really going on now
Tell me what’s so wrong now

Clap your hands all ye children
There’s a clamor in your whispering
Clap your hands tonight
Hear what the silence screams
Clap your hands
Clap your hands now all ye children
Clap your hands all ye children
There’s a clamor in your whispering tonight

For most who live and breathe
Hell is never knowing who they are now
Tell me who you are now
Finally safe from the outside trapped in what you know
Are you safe from yourself? Can you escape all by yourself?

Clap your hands all ye children
There’s a clamor in your whispering
Clap your hands tonight
Hear what the silence screams
Clap your hands
Clap your hands now all ye children
Clap your hands all ye children
There’s a clamor in your whispering tonight
Clap your hands
Clap your hands now all ye children
Clap your hands
There’s a clamor in your whispering tonight

It’s not the lies that you sing
But what the silence will scream
It’s not the lies that you sing
But what the silence will scream
It’s not the lies that you sing
But what the silence will scream

Clap your hands all ye children
There’s a clamor in your whispering
Clap your hands tonight
Hear what the silence screams
Clap your hands
Clap your hands now all ye children
Clap your hands all ye children
There’s a clamor in your whispering tonight

(Christian/Milligan)

Behind the Song:
'At this point in my career I felt as though I had focused so much on the lyrical content but no one really cared, I thought nobody was understanding what I was trying to say. In retrospect I was an oxymoron, I didn’t want to reveal to much of what they were about so people could interpret them how they wanted, but I wanted them to see life from my angle at the same time. impossible.

I felt like I should have been more clear, and as you will see New Surrenders lyrics are absolutely straight forward with very little room for misinterpretation, therapeutic rantings, or ‘art’. It isn’t until Dark Is The Way that I regain the struggle of clarity and ambiguity; and it isn’t until VITAL that I regain those in balance.' - Stephen Christian