The summer storm brings the breaking news from the west horizon
Their words are cold, their empty promises wont heal or feed us now
Were losing hope, dont even think well make it through this brand new year
We've got the scars, we've got the bars erected all around us
Cold are, the hands of the blessed Americans!
Keep on looking, you cant quite feel them!
This summer storm brings the breaking news from the west horizon
Their words are cold, their empty promises wont heal or feed us now
Were losing hope, dont even think well make it through this brand new year
We've got the scars, we've got the bars erected all around us
Cold are, the hands of the blessed Americans!
Keep on looking, you cant quite feel them!
