Specter - Bishops Green

The headlines call for storms, once again

Soft prison of your country’s arms

It moves through us like a specter in the dark

Cheering Crowds… Empty words

One thousand hollow words

They beat their drums, once again

There’s no future for us now, can’t get out

Cheering Crowds… Empty Words

They call you

Shrouded facts

Empty words

And broken lives

We’ll pay the price

Our voiceless dead

Empty words

And broken lives

They call you

Shrouded facts

Empty words

And broken lives

We’ll pay the price

Our voiceless dead

Empty words

And broken lives

Sons of all the Nations