Out Of Time - Seventh Day Slumber

I hear them chanting again

I hear them crying out loud

I see the masses fall away

This bitter war has begun

I hear the children cry for food

Their fathers have left them all for dead

And we’re running out of time

We’re running out of time

Getting closer to the edge

We’re running out of time

There’s a fountain filled with blood

Poured from the virus of unborn children

The masacre is endless

And we watch them fade away

I hear the screaming save the trees

But we’d kill a generation to suit our own needs

What are we ending up to be

A nation in bondage that thinks we are free