I know i'm grasping at air
Trying to make you understand
Your words are more deadly
Than the guns in their hands
Why would you just
Keep it at bay
It won't go away
Theres no use to pray
Your selfish ways
Will dig more graves
At the end of the day
Under the dead sun
The children will awake
Theyll be wandering down the hallways
The bullets will rain
Blood spilled in vain
Dark was the day
The sun went away
Your selfish ways
Dug more graves
At the end of the day