Pat Lu - NIKES; OF SAMOTH-RACE TO RUN lyrics

Wake up in a concrete jungle Siren sounds of police cars make you humble And mother's tears wave your emotions Because the blood spills drown deeper than oceans Here there are no sea shells But ricochets of bullets are echoes of farewells Youth living red in between hells Low morels because survival screams and out-yells To others we seem hopeless But we hope less of them because they've never been bloodless Regardless we brave the storm with braveness Praying that our souls will shine us to brightness We the forgotten ones are sons drying under the son Hope's under the shadow of our Nikes of samoth-race to run