Текст Sleeping With Sirens – War

This house of lies
Is stained in blood
Been tearing down our monuments
And now our hope has turned to fear

There’s a cold hard rain
On the mountain top
Like a speeding train that’ll never stop
Just a twist of the knife for a bastard son
It’s a mother’s love in a war that can’t be won
In a war that can’t be won

Poison water
From the well to drink
Shots rain down in our city streets
And are we the land of the free?
Was it made for you and me?
And this is so surreal

There’s a cold hard rain
On the mountain top
Like a speeding train that’ll never stop
Just a twist of the knife for a bastard son
It’s a mother’s love in a war that can’t be won
In a war that can’t be won
It can’t be won

Take the weight off your shoulders
Our crosses to bear
There’s a black sun rising
You can feel it in the air
When we make our way
To those pearly gates
Will we walk right in?
This is judgement day

And it’s a cold hard rain on the mountain top
Like a speeding train that’ll never stop
Just a twist of the knife for a bastard son
It’s a mother’s love in a war that can’t be won
In a war that can’t be won
It can’t be won
In a war that can’t be won
It can’t be won