Be the ones to free our sons
Blood running like roots of a problem
Weeded from the shining sun
Be the rope that binds the weight
Then drag it down to the bottom
Weave the hope and leave the fate
Woke up still in the dream, it's never as it ever seems
Can't tell a moment from tomorrow
All my sincerity is silent now- it's never been
Can't feel a single bit of sorrow
Be the ones to free our sons
Blood running like roots of a problem
Weeded from the shining sun
Be the rope that binds the weight
Then drag it down to the bottom
Weave the hope and leave the fate
Be the ones to free our sons
Weeded from the shining sun
Be the rope that binds the weight
Weave the hope and leave the fate