Bleed
Bleed, The sky it is your right, you who have looked upon all of humanity, you who have cried to till our fields, Bleed, for our crops are dying, and the moon is destined to steal our children, bleed so we may be saved, once again.
Bleed, The sky it is your right, you who have looked upon all of humanity, you who have cried to till our fields, Bleed, for our crops are dying, and the moon is destined to steal our children, bleed so we may be saved, once again.