Al atkins

Drown

Al atkins
Tears for the mothers for the hearts of their babes
Blood building towers that reach to the sky
Greed running country's that take over lives
Why the hurt is calling, don't ask me why
Brother fights brother for the wants of another
Even over something they cannot understand
They see the hurting they turn the channel
What they don't see the can never comprehend

The end of the day comes quietly round
Slipping and sliding dragging us down
Even our fathers couldn't save us now
When offered life we choose to drown

Under the ashen grey of the evening sky
Even the sun seems surprisingly blind
The pain of the rivers that run to the sea
Why the hurt is calling, don't ask me

Drown [3x]

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