Hot Water Music Sons and Daughters Lyrics:
Now unfortunate that it has come to this, where we
all pay to die as rogues, as workers, nomads and
searchers, sweat to shackles and leads to lies.
Still we're all under lock and key, who are we hot
savages hooked an accessories, numb and dumb to
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what else we could do of be. Repercussion is at a
lull, slow me down, let me come around to these
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, will not wash away with rain,
a person's blood is heavier than who's the
disease?
Lyrics: Sons and Daughters, Hot Water Music [end]