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Red Sands (Live) - Anne Clark

Blood on the sand

Blood on the hands

Of a handful of madman

Blood on the sand

Blood on the hands

Of a handful of madman

What a way to see the world

Through the smeared

Window of a TV-Screen

Technicolor assassinations

Assassinations that make

Me scared and afraid

Afraid of the streets that

Breed malice and hatred

Those with their heads bowed

To the darkness

Those who can't see for the

Glave of the light

Those without strength

Who can't raise hands yet alone guns

Become prisoners of conscience

Though not your conscience

You cheer and rejoice as life trickles away

Through the outlets you give

In the shape of a gun

Our world is slipping quickly away

In the shape of a gun

Our world is slipping quickly away

In the shape of a gun

Our world is slipping quickly away

In the shape of a gun

Our world is slipping quickly away

In the shape of a gun

Our world is slipping quickly away

In the shape of a gun