Apostle все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

An ironpipe flies through the air, once again I can see its harvests. Blood drips from a face, a fractured skull splits open. What will it take for you to see that this violence is far too much? Why ain't anything done when teenagers are threatening each other with knives? What isn't wrong when people think they'll need a weapon to leave home? Where did it come from, all this violence? What will come next, rifles and guns? Does it really have to end with killing before anyone will realize it's wrong? I might seem stupid to you, but where's the logic, in beating someone until unconsciousness without any reason? Who can I blame for the action, when they're a result of stoned emotions? The anguish sets ablaze in my heart, hopefully I'll see them moving in the slow dance of remorse.