Lost trails
Trace the trails of their little feet,
Bloods and bullets aren't the ones they want to eat.
Trace the trails of their little feet,
Those end in the ashes of now whimpering street,
Trace the trails of their little feet,
Now buried...
Bloods and bullets aren't the ones they want to eat.
Trace the trails of their little feet,
Those end in the ashes of now whimpering street,
Trace the trails of their little feet,
Now buried...