IN COLD BLOOD

it's hard to understand
it's harder to believe
the blood is on their hands
it's in the air we breathe
among the bicycles
lying twisted there
the tangled bodies
left strewn across the square

running with the face of fear
in cold blood
our sons and our daughters
cut down and taken from us
in cold blood

can no one stop the slaughter?
for the love of god
they're killing them all
in cold blood

there was no warning
no mercy, no forgiveness
just grey of morning 
and blood turned into mist
the rain will come again
and wash the stains away
it will not heal the pain
or wipe the memory

running with the face of fear
in cold blood
our sons and our daughters
cut down and taken from us
in cold blood

can no one stop the slaughter?
for the love of god
they're killing them all
in cold blood

in cold blood
in cold blood

in cold blood

in cold blood

in cold blood

in cold blood

written by Olbigead

arranged, performed and produced by Mark Luto

for the Songwriters in the Kitchen - cover competition 2017

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