It Won'T Remain

Take away the things I want You're just another dream to haunt Give to me the things I need I'm just another mouth to feed Didn't we expect some blood to bleed Eight billion swords released from sheaths Take your head down from the sky they say And all of this can go away But somewhere, they do pray for rain One third of angels won't remain The fear, the war, the sickness and the pain None of these things could ever remain