Violence
Violence
Is in these bones
Is in these lungs
Innocence
My innocence
Red flower of bloom
Is in this room
Anna
Anna
He lives in me
But he wants you too
Anna
Anna
Sometimes in dreams
He's hurting you
Save us
Save us
From the fiery knife
And the child inside
Save us
Save us
From the coming sons
And the kind of love
We pray for your love
We pray for your love
We pray for your sons
We pray for your sons
We pray for your love
We pray for your love
We pray for your sons
We pray for your sons
Oh come and swing your sword
Oh mighty lord
Oh come and take these hands
Oh mighty lord
Oh come and swing your sword
Oh mighty lord
Oh come and take these hands