| Song | Hearts Of The Innocent |
| Artist | Kutless |
| Album | Hearts of the Innocent (Special Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kutless, Sprinkle | |
| I'm looking down into the eyes of hopelessness | |
| They're crying out to me, | |
| I see the pain | |
| It's so much more than youth should know | |
| It tears me apart | |
| What can I do to change what | |
| I seeThis vicious cycle must come to an end | |
| Can't you see, we're crushing the hearts of the innocent | |
| We're teaching them to fail and how it breaks me | |
| To see how we're living and punishing the ones that need us to care | |
| To see them hurting feels like knuckles to the back of my head | |
| Where have the days gone | |
| That a promise was forever, families stuck together | |
| We wonder why their generation struggles to get by | |
| There's no one to [Incomprehensible] | |
| What can I do to change what | |
| I seeThis vicious cycle must come to an end | |
| Can't you see, we're crushing the hearts of the innocent | |
| We're teaching them to fail and how it breaks me | |
| To see how we're living and punishing the ones that need us to care | |
| To see them hurting feels like knuckles to the back of my head | |
| Can't you see, we're crushing the hearts of the innocent | |
| We're teaching them to fail and how it breaks me | |
| To see how we're living and punishing the ones that need us to care | |
| To see them hurting feels like knuckles to the back of my head | |
| Feels like knuckles to the back of my head |
| zuo qu : Kutless, Sprinkle | |
| I' m looking down into the eyes of hopelessness | |
| They' re crying out to me, | |
| I see the pain | |
| It' s so much more than youth should know | |
| It tears me apart | |
| What can I do to change what | |
| I seeThis vicious cycle must come to an end | |
| Can' t you see, we' re crushing the hearts of the innocent | |
| We' re teaching them to fail and how it breaks me | |
| To see how we' re living and punishing the ones that need us to care | |
| To see them hurting feels like knuckles to the back of my head | |
| Where have the days gone | |
| That a promise was forever, families stuck together | |
| We wonder why their generation struggles to get by | |
| There' s no one to Incomprehensible | |
| What can I do to change what | |
| I seeThis vicious cycle must come to an end | |
| Can' t you see, we' re crushing the hearts of the innocent | |
| We' re teaching them to fail and how it breaks me | |
| To see how we' re living and punishing the ones that need us to care | |
| To see them hurting feels like knuckles to the back of my head | |
| Can' t you see, we' re crushing the hearts of the innocent | |
| We' re teaching them to fail and how it breaks me | |
| To see how we' re living and punishing the ones that need us to care | |
| To see them hurting feels like knuckles to the back of my head | |
| Feels like knuckles to the back of my head |
| zuò qǔ : Kutless, Sprinkle | |
| I' m looking down into the eyes of hopelessness | |
| They' re crying out to me, | |
| I see the pain | |
| It' s so much more than youth should know | |
| It tears me apart | |
| What can I do to change what | |
| I seeThis vicious cycle must come to an end | |
| Can' t you see, we' re crushing the hearts of the innocent | |
| We' re teaching them to fail and how it breaks me | |
| To see how we' re living and punishing the ones that need us to care | |
| To see them hurting feels like knuckles to the back of my head | |
| Where have the days gone | |
| That a promise was forever, families stuck together | |
| We wonder why their generation struggles to get by | |
| There' s no one to Incomprehensible | |
| What can I do to change what | |
| I seeThis vicious cycle must come to an end | |
| Can' t you see, we' re crushing the hearts of the innocent | |
| We' re teaching them to fail and how it breaks me | |
| To see how we' re living and punishing the ones that need us to care | |
| To see them hurting feels like knuckles to the back of my head | |
| Can' t you see, we' re crushing the hearts of the innocent | |
| We' re teaching them to fail and how it breaks me | |
| To see how we' re living and punishing the ones that need us to care | |
| To see them hurting feels like knuckles to the back of my head | |
| Feels like knuckles to the back of my head |