To keeping silence I resigned My friends would think I was a nut Turning water into wine Open doors would soon be shut So I went from day to day Though my life was in a rut 'Til I thought of what I'd say Which connection I should cut

With no guilt and no shame, no sorrow or blame. Whatever it is, we are all the same.

Whenever there's a camera around, a video or film camera, it's a great deal harder for those in power to bury the story.

I look at the time with you to keep me awake and alive.

It's only in uncertainty that we're naked and alive.

One doubt, one voice, one war, one truth, one dream.

The dream is a world in which anyone who has anything bad happen to them has a chance of getting their story uploaded, being seen, being watched.