## Metadata
**Caption:** folk rock, protest song, driving acoustic guitar, urgent vocal, intense, 116 BPM, male vocal
**BPM:** 140
**Duration:** 163.0s
**Key:** D minor
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
Rifles came where the schoolyard used to stand
Young ones falling on their own home land
Nobody told us it would come to this
A quiet campus turned to an abyss

[chorus]
How many more, how many more
Before we count the fallen at the door
Marching orders and a leader's cold design
Nothing left to trust, nothing left behind

[verse]
Mothers crying out across the wire
Kids who wanted nothing but to sing louder than the fire
Four names carved in stone before the fall
History won't forget them, not at all

[chorus]
How many more, how many more
Before we count the fallen at the door
Marching orders and a leader's cold design
Nothing left to trust, nothing left behind

[bridge]
This is not the freedom we were told
This is not the story we were sold
Somebody has to answer for the blood
Spilled on a lawn that used to bloom

[chorus]
How many more, how many more
Before we count the fallen at the door
Marching orders and a leader's cold design
Nothing left to trust, nothing left behind