Mourning City Bleeding Town
I woke up in this mourning city, this bleeding town
To find myself alone with strangers on these killing grounds
Where hopeless put their faith in prayer and elites sing their praise
All the while desensitised to the murder in their name

Mourning city, bleeding town
Our eyes are all dead empty when the dead hearts hit the ground

I fell asleep in your dear city, awoke in District rain
It's Oscar night on the Potomac and our freedom's strained
When we all live with this tragedy but we've been robbed of our voice
We all have blood upon our hands and never had the choice

Mourning city, bleeding town
Our eyes are all dead empty when the dead hearts hit the ground

When every resonating voice of discontent is turned unto a whisper
All swollen ears of old and young so easily distracted not to listen
Listen to me

Mourning city, bleeding town
Our eyes are all dead empty when the dead hearts hit the ground
Mourning city, bleeding town