Whistle Blower

Duration

5:34

Genres

Rock

Lyrics

Whistle Blower Torn from home Taken from my family on a starless night Beaten, almost dead I wish that I could run or fight In the conga, I no longer own my life I only know the pain and fright of what I’m forced to do In the hole Pressed against my brothers in the stench and slime Two days past, I hunger for the rotten scraps they may toss inside Let me out I’ll train and promise not to run though I’m too small to hold a gun I’ll stand out front, wait and see So they’ll turn and fire at the scary sounds It’s my whistle, like a missile in their ear I’ll be happy to take all of it And fall hard on the dusty ground Please just free me So I can dream again Please just free me So I can dream again Bullets fly They fire from behind if we decide to run Death strikes from both sides I hear the battle raging in the sun Can’t escape it, can’t erase the blood I’ve seen It covers every spot of green Can you hear the screams? So they’ll turn and fire at the scary sounds It’s my whistle, like a missile in their ear I’ll be happy to take all of it And fall hard on the dusty ground Please just free me So I can dream again Please just free me So I can dream again Use their weapon as your voice Hear them crying, make a choice