Let's pray for my sweet children
We sing them in our songs
Let's try to get along
Burn, rape, and kill the village
They had to have it all
We choke on the exhaust
We are innocent living in the prison
We are innocent living in the prison of stress
Anxiety
Fear
These are shallow graves for losers
Stress
Anxiety
Fear
These are shallow graves for losers
Let's pray for my sweet children
They're trying to build a wall, but that won't help at all
For women, dogs, and children
I finally said it all
Let's sing them in a song
We are innocents living in a prison
We are innocents living in the prison of stress
Anxiety
Fear
These are shallow graves for losers
All I know is the days have come and gone
All I know is the days have come in stress
Anxiety
Fear
These are shallow graves for losers
Stress
Anxiety
Fear
These are shallow graves for losers
