The red river overflows
Drifts slow down the hall
Seeps through vinyl floors
An overwhelming silence
A lingering scent of smoke
Make a post to show you care
Holes in walls and locked doors
So send your thoughts and prayers
How many more will you let go?
How many more before the killing blow?
How many more will be enough?
Will you answer for how many more?
Don't want to know, don't want to think about it
Every time I do this voice inside me just wants to scream
Don't you see these broken dreams spilling out like blood in the street?
Blood on your hands - anxiety is at a peak, society is growing weak
The saddest truth: our broken children lost their youth
How many more will you let go?
How many more before the killing blow?
How many more will be enough?
Will you answer for how many more?
How many more will you let go?
How many more before the killing blow?
How many more will be enough?
Will you answer for how many more?