Crimson in the Streets-The Meister/Louie Van Wolf/LyndaWrighter

Everything was the same in the beginning No clothes no shame not a finger raised Now my sister's in the street bleeding out her fate What a waste shut my eyes show me anything That has nothing to do with pain How could anyone silence such grace If red is what you want to see You might as well cut down all trees Burn all homes Fill the streets Bring the world down to their knees Make enemies of peace Destroy everything painting crimson in the streets War cannot contain the work it breeds It paints red all the hands that it leads One by one, they fade in a world of pain I was not born to inherit pain or the gun it comes with So take everything that you've made If red is what you want to see You might as well cut down all trees Burn all homes Fill the streets Bring the world down to their knees Make enemies of peace Destroy everything painting crimson in the streets