Texas Gallows

Grip your god of war
Pull your psycho lore
Will we suffer no more?

Before we die, the flames will reach the sky
We'll justify when the children's blood dries

Soon, time will bring the rain
So we can remain here, and wash away the pain
Soon, time will bring the rain
So we can remember, and wash away the pain

Sift through the dust and the blood here
Lay up and reach for the sky
Dream of the stars and wish to them
That someday we won't have to hide