o my heart, with it's eyes turned inwardsnno my heart, who can understand it?nnand i'm calling you out nnfor your selfish gripnnwhile the refugees around mennare raising their voicesnnnno my heart, at the bottom of the oceannndense and compressednnnothing can move itnnand i'm calling you outnnyeah, i'm calling you outnncome on, show yourself a man nownnshow yourself a mannnnncome on, show yourself a man