Dredge by Overseer
Walking into a place unknown.
Weary of a life I've grown to know.
I'm looking at the faces of a generation lost and scared.
But we'd rather close our eyes and dream of a child with
a bed under their skin.
We are not alone.
We won't be invisible.
Tens by ten thousands, we plead for something more.
Cry out, oh sons and daughters.
|
