End of May 歌词

Their screams echo through the night all this blood is it just a waste is it freedom, greed a sign of man or a way to pay off their hate Their young are put on the line by men who don't even care they don't even know the end to their graves their seeds they send True Yeah…The End of May Into your hands my soul I submit and you know that I will do the right thing into your hands my soul I submit and you know that I will do the right thing Every path is worse than the last one I was on, they say that a revolution is needed for answers this contradiction is the burden of blank forms, cuz whose asking questions when a bullet is your Destiny… A boy of eleven stands still his age is hidden by the gun his eyes see no pain no fear as the lines on his hands disappear Yeah…The End of May Into your hands my soul I submit and you know that I will do the right thing into your hands my soul I submit how can I make another life sink The time is coming to erase the platform no reason for this generation to fight on? black, white or brown its just a colour that i'm on what might have been is no more