Aftercoma - Kneel
There's just tears and blood
Drying blowend by the win
The only fear they've got
Always around always hunting
On their knees they praying
Searching for piece, seeking for hope
There's nothing left for me
Tombstone for me now is ready
Always awake all the time
Feeling so restless
Our children in the ground
Is anything but safe and sound
God are you hear me?
