| No one knows our names | |
| Lying here in these graves unmarked, with no name | |
| Found you lying down by the roadside, half ways melted into the ground | |
| Down into the ground | |
| Come and lay me down | |
| Beside you here in this ground, with five thousand more | |
| with five thousand more | |
| One fifty passed and the hunger is gone now the feeling remains but the people are stronger | |
| I still hear you calling out today | |
| I walk past your grave each night and each morning I still hear the voices of eight million starving | |
| I still hear you calling out today | |
| Descended from a line of famine survivors, millions escaped but how many died though | |
| I still hear you calling out today |