Текст: Sons And Daughters. Blood.

With the same eyes as me
The same fearing frame
We can try and disguise
Compromise rights
And I know what you're thinking
We wear the same dress
The same colours right
Is this what suits our weakened pride?
How do I know cos you're my blood

With the kinks and wires like me
The same fearing frame
We can run and hide
See the signs
Call to no-one
Taste with the same tongue
Swelling up inside
We can speak and re-sign
What's yours is mine
Blood