Run

Run your bullets to the ground
I can't hear a sound
Hold your voices steady now
Prepare as they fall down
I can hear you whisper sun
I can feel your rage
Bodies lining one by one
Praying they'll be saved

And a hush, falls over you
You don't know what to do

Gardens stripped of what they had
Bearing all their fruit
Painful cries from a broken land
Hungry for the truth
I can hear you whisper sun
I can feel your rage
Bodies lining one by one
Begging to be saved

And a hush, falls over you
You don't know what to do
You don't know what to do
You don't know what to do
You don't know what to do

Run your bullets to the ground
I can't hear a sound
Hold your voices steady now
Prepare as they fall down



Credits
Writer(s): Maria Zepeda
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