Sometimes I Dream I'm Hurting You

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 the coming 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
Oh come and swing your sword, oh mighty lord
Oh come and swing your sword, oh mighty lord
Oh come and swing your sword, oh mighty lord
Oh come and swing your sword, oh mighty lord
Oh come and swing your sword, oh mighty lord
Oh come and swing your sword, oh mighty lord
Oh come and take these hands, oh mighty lord
Oh come and take these hands, oh mighty lord
Oh come and swing your sword, oh mighty lord
Oh come and swing your sword, oh mighty lord
Oh come and take these hands, oh come and take these hands
Oh come and take these hands, oh come and take these hands
Oh come and take these hands, oh come and take these hands
Oh come and take these hands, oh come and take these hands
Oh come and take these hands, oh come and take these hands
Oh come and take these hands, oh come and take these hands
Oh come and take these hands, oh come and take these hands
Oh come and take these hands, oh come and take these hands
Oh come and take, oh come and take
Oh come and take, oh come and take