I'm standing with the rank-n-file   I'm marching with the underground   Our black hearts worn on our sleeves      Let my imagination go and drop me where I feel most scare   Back snap back already giving thanks I'm not trapped working   In a sweatshop somewhere   This songs for those less fortunate   Locked in a world where both ends aren't meant to meet      I'm standing with the rank-n-file   I'm marching with the underground   Our black hearts worn on our sleeves   I'm standing with the rank-n-file   I'm marching with the underground   Our black hearts worn on our sleeves      Let my imagination go and drop me where I feel most scare   Synaptic flashes in my head then total thanks again   I'm not soldiering somewhere   This songs for the countless souls   Who died in vain for someone else's gain      I'm standing with the rank-n-file   I'm marching with the underground   Our black hearts worn on our sleeves   I'm standing with the rank-n-file   I'm marching with the underground   Our black hearts worn on our sleeves      Left my birthplace for foreign streets   To strange places new faces I flew   Shoe less kids stood on the corner   Their eyes they were transfixed on you      So I'm standing with the rank-n-file   I'm marching with the underground   My black heart worn on the my sleeve   I'm standing with the rank-n-file   I'm marching with the underground   With our black hearts worn on our sleeves   Alright      I'm standing with the rank-n-file   I'm marching with the underground   Our black hearts worn on our sleeves   I'm standing with the rank-n-file   I'm marching with the underground   Our black hearts worn on our sleeves      I'm standing with the rank-n-file   I'm marching with the underground   Our black hearts worn on our sleeves   I'm standing with the rank-n-file   I'm marching with the underground   Our black hearts worn on our sleeves