And We Should Die Of That Roar - Blood on Our Hands

Blood On Our Hands
There’s blood on our hands
In this disaster so massive
Good Lord’s been ill for a while
Chronically impassive
And all the sleepwalking wolves
Lost in their towers see
Above the heartbeat-minefields
Of all of us in need

Here comes the flood
Here comes the flood
Made out of bones
Made out of blood
Drag through the mud
Here comes the flood
Made out of fears
And all unthinkable things

When you can’t figure out where you’re going
And you can’t remember where you’re from
Whichever way the winds are blowing
You may roam
To find a home

Yeah, there’s blood on our hand
And yet our boots are so clean
Good Lord’s been away for a while
Couldn’t intervene
Long gone sunshine
Just had to leave
All we got’s trouble, trouble so hard
Man, you wouldn’t believe

Here comes the flood
Here comes the flood
Made out of bones
Made out of blood
Drag through the mud
Here comes the flood
Made out of fears
And all unthinkable things

When you can’t figure out where you’re going
And you can’t remember where you’re from
Whichever way the winds are blowing
You may roam
To find a home

Written by:
HARIS AGIC, KENNY ERIK MORGAN LUNDSTROM

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