To Them These Streets Belong [Siren Song of the Counter Culture]
so look in my eyes, what will you leave behind once you've gone? so precious you got what you came for now i think its time to move on Wooh Wooh yeah but these ghosts come alive like water and wine and walk through these streets singing songs and carrying signs to them these streets belong
my atonement lasts the best part of eternity ran out of hands to count to sin that breeds inside of me not this hate but the loneliness has left me here into this mess of
my hands are soaking in the blood of angels on boken wings they collapse will i see the break of day dark clouds exploded and torrents of rain fell all these lost halos wash away head hung from shame we bear a weight that brings me to a crawl these years of longing to tell of decades of unanswered calls for a change, cuz everyday we slip and faall kicked while were down, our fists clench into ball
my hands are soaking in the blood of angels on broken wings they collapse will i see the break of day dark clouds exploded and torrents of rain fell all these lost halos wash away
so look in my eyes, what will you leave behind once you've gone? so precious you got what you came for now i think its time to move on but these ghosts come alive like water and wine and walk through these streets singing songs and carrying signs to them these streets belong