Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crows , by - Gatherers. Song from the album Quiet World, in the genre ХардкорRelease date: 30.07.2015
Record label: Equal Vision
Song language: English
Crows |
| We built this congress on a burial plot |
| We send our love to the tune of an atom bomb |
| We’re the calm and collected |
| We’re the diseased percentage |
| Marching your children to the beat of an empty oil drum |
| Stay sedated |
| What is mine is never yours |
| There’s no progress only cheap imitation |
| We’re not so different, we’re just cheap imitations |
| Where we draw our water is where we bury our dead |
| Leave us out to wander |
| Everyday, everywhere is hell |
| You’ll never know |
| You won’t hear it coming |
| You won’t hear it coming |
| You won’t hear us come in |
| No, no, no |
| Tied your body up and dragged you down |
| Hung you from the capital for crows to come and tear you apart |