Song Length |
4:21 |
Genre |
Rock - Hard Rock |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Lyrics
Into the storm a child is born
out of luck out of season
one small soul to grow
another hungry mouth to feed
where did you get your instinct for survival
are you gonna get your seeds
By the time you awaken to your sisuation such a
tradgedy,the accent of truth rings through
unmistakebly,are you gonna get your seeds
There is no bread there is only fear
there is murder and no medicine
bruised and batterd spirits shattered
your blood spills free
where did you get your instinct for survival
are you gonna get your seeds
By the time you awaken to your sisuation such a
tradgedy,the accent of truth rings through
unmistakebly,are you gonna get your seeds