No One Listening
Dead or coldNothing as it seemsFly so farBut someone clipped the wingsI could beat my throatIt’d only turn to screamsWhen was the point that God knewThere was no one listening?
There was no one listeningWas no one listening
My sweaty daysI close my eyes and sneak off to the seaI'm drinking blood rain skiesAnd dream of familyAnd I ask the world “don’t turn”It only turns to screamsWhen was the point that God knewThere was no one listening?
There was no one listeningWas no one listening