I woke up to blank stares
As godless men cross the air
Praying to the heavens, quickly they let them go
Brothers and sisters, oh how they shiver, no
On their own
Cold whispers, siren songs
Santiago seems so wrong
Praying to the heavens, quickly they let them go
Brothers and sisters, oh how they shiver, no
On their own
Should it be done, you know that it's wrong
Their souls aren't gone, their souls aren't gone