They cry over spilled milk only if forced
A moment of regret a fleeting remorse
But blood on the ground they turn away
No tears for the lives that were swept astray
Will forgiveness come when the silence falls?
When the echoes fade and no one recalls?
The wounds remain like shadows of the past
Will the tears flow then or are we built to last?
They point their fingers but never their hearts
Blaming the system yet playing their parts
The blood runs cold the guilt runs thin
A cycle of sorrow we're all living in
Will forgiveness come when the silence falls?
When the echoes fade and no one recalls?
The wounds remain like shadows of the past
Will the tears flow then or are we built to last?
Forget the milk forget the blood
A river of apathy turns into a flood
We carry the weight but never the blame
Searching for solace in a world of shame
Will forgiveness come when the silence falls?
When the echoes fade and no one recalls?
The stains on the soul too deep to erase
Will tears bring peace or just leave a trace?
They cry over spilled milk only if forced
But blood on the ground... is the silence worse?