Riots and stones thrown at homes
Fires and children grow cold
And you wanted lives you wanted me to survive
But the higher heads behind the scenes who just hide
All day long we kill for the man who kills the willing sons
All day long we kill for the man who kills the willing sons
Hunger and flowers around
Beds made with laws on the ground
But the birth of a knife will cut you down to your spine
And the cup of their blood will stain your lips for your life
All day long we kill for the man who kills the willing sons
All day long we kill for the man who kills the willing sons
Nothing can stop us now
Tears are flowing red
Rushing the letters in to be left for dead
You gotta hunt me down
Oh let me down oh yeah
All day long we kill for the man who kills the willing sons
All day long we kill for the man who kills the willing sons
I'm bleeding yeah
I'm bleeding yeah
I'm bleeding yeah