Song | Burt Rutan |
Artist | Kids in the Way |
Album | Apparitions of Melody: The Dead Letters Edition |
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Split the blackened sky, open flood gates wide | |
With just one little cry you open up your eyes | |
We live like whores | |
We're killing dreams for little boys and little girls | |
It's our nation, we were living for the day | |
On our way to devastation in the fires we play | |
Awakes the frozen souls, burn the idol bulls | |
Our lips pressed to the coal, a glowing cinder makes us whole | |
We wash our hands | |
Of all the blood from innocence that we have shed |