Bomb Shelter

All I see is blood

I see blood

Corpses strewn all around
Carnage of the violence.Tear the masses limb from limb

Silence filling the air
Sounds of high-pitched ringing
In my ears

Oh, you've grown so weak
Letting demons take ahold of your mind
Oh, you've grown so weak
They've convinced you that you're all in the right

Oh, you've grown so weak

You've spent all of your life
Trying to destroy the problem at hand
Turn your focus away
From the problem to the cure

All I see is blood
Of His son