Sons and Daughters

[Verse 1]
How unfortunate that it has come to this
We all pay to die as rogues, as workers
Nomads and searchers, sweat to shackles and leads to lies

[Chorus]
Still we're all under lock and key
Who are we but savages hooked on accessories
Numb and dumb to what else we could do or be?
Repercussions at a lull

[Verse 2]
Slow me down, let me come around
To those starving in the streets
Some are mothers, some are fathers
All are sons, all are daughters
Left all alone and seen as disease
Still we pass and we watch them bleed

[Bridge]
Will not wash away with rain
Was away with rain
A person's blood is heavier than, heavier than, heavier than
Will not wash away with rain
Was away with rain
A person's blood is heavier than, heavier than, heavier than

[Outro]
Who's the disease? Who's the disease?
Who's the disease? Who's the disease?