Track byRapture
Locked in verses, Locked in so many Curses Chained to guilt and shame, fear I?m to blame Death waiting at the door, you just had to answer the door Word indescribable, feelings inerasable Black or white, brothers are dying And I?m left here sitting and crying. Not on the outside you see, only inside me One at a time, once were all fine Warm hearts getting what they don?t deserve, all they tried to do is just serve Blood dripping down their face, these images I can?t erase. From another country to another death, Gasping in horror right before their last breath Oppression and control, getting the best of me, taking the toll Blood is spilling out of the veins, while death is holding onto the reins Bullets are the cause, making us think and pause. There were once four little boys, now there are three. This errant government and these deaths are getting the best of me. Shaken and disturbed, violently perturbed. Let it not be true, let it not be you. Dying of a death so violent, dying of a death so trident Lord of heaven above, you with your o so powerful love Take care of those that have died They lived their life and tried