Hostages - Lords of Lawndale Lyrics

The world is f*cking restless, purging one flood at a time
The golden leaves cut us open, we bleed into the streets

We don't need your thoughts and prayers, they bring no hope for us
I see the sky open up
And all the hell thats coming home

There's so much more to say, but what else can we do?
Our worst f*cking nightmare, is finally coming true
We're all junkies after all
Just let us breathe

Tell us just "grin and bear it". how much more can we take?
Our blood has filled the streets, it flows into the lake
We stare death in the face, and scream out "take us away"
Take us away

He whispers back "oh just you f*cking wait"
And when he comes, believe he won't be late

There's f*cking blood in the streets
There's f*cking blood everywhere
There's f*cking blood on my hands

There's f*cking blood on my hands
F*ck

Hell is coming home