The hearts are bleeding in the streets again Another lover's lover has pa**ed away Guerrillas have stained the streets again Consolation comes to everyone Another morning, another mourning Won't you cry? Won't you stand here and bleed with me? Among the crowd, lay it to rest and accept with me On these streets, painted red like a picture for you There's a movement on the streets again Protests and riots are overflowing Order no longer a peaceful testament Some things they never change Another morning, another mourning These freeze frame pictures of violence Reaching her hands out, to take me down These bright white flashes of insanity To be released and take me Lack of witness has placed many things Lost cause of accidents Leaving those to die at night The aftermath of the afterlife Another morning, another mourning