Violence
Violence
Is in these bones
Is in these lungs

Innocence 
My innocence
Red flower of bloom
Is in this room

Anna
Anna
He lives in me
But he wants you too

Anna
Anna
Sometimes in dreams
He’s hurting you

Save us
Save us
From the fiery knife
And the child inside

Save us 
Save us
From [bad word] sons 
And the kind of love

We pray for your love
We pray for your love

We pray for your sons
We pray for your sons

We pray for your love
We pray for your love

We pray for your sons 
We pray for your sons
 [bad word] and swing your sword
Oh mighty lord 
 [bad word] and take these hands
Oh mighty lord
 [bad word] and swing your sword
Oh mighty lord
 [bad word] and take these hands