idk, idc.
lyrics:
he trade his guns for love
but he's caught in the crossfire
and he keeps waking up
but it's not to the sound of birds
the tyranny
the violent streets
deprived
of all that we're blessed with
and we can't get enough
no...
heaven if you sent us down
so we could build a playground
for the sinners, to play as saints
you'd be so proud of what we made
i hope you got some beds around
cuz you're the only refuge now
for every mother, every child
every brother...
that's caught in the crossfire
i'd trade my luck to know
why he's caught in the crossfire
and i'm here wakin' up
to the sun and the sounds of birds
society's, anxiety
deprives
of all that we're blessed with
we just can't get enough
no...
heaven if you sent us down
so we could build a playground
for the sinners, to play as saints
you'd be so proud of what we made
i hope you got some beds around
cuz you're the only refuge now
for every mother, every child
every brother
that's caught in a crossfire
can i trust what i'm given?
when faith still needs a gun
whose ammunition
justifies the wrong?
and i can't see
from the backseet
so i'm asking from above
can u trust what i'm given
even when it cuts
so heaven if you sent us down
so we could build a playground
for the sinners, to play as saints
you'd be so proud of what we made
i hope you got some beds around
cuz you're the only refuge now
for every mother, every child
every brother
that's caught in the crossfire
who's caught in the crossfire
who's caught in the crossfire
who's caught on the cross...
