Crimes We Collectively Own

How could you stand there so idly

As if your hands were tied behind your back

I never saw it so clearly

The river cuts

So deep through our land

I try to understand

I try to understand

I try to understand

And I'm grasping for decency

For the hope of goodness in man

But these lines they cut so deep

Through the calloused palms of our hands

I try to understand

I try to understand

I try to understand

When the rain came down the water rose

It flooded this town as damnation flowed

And the fiery orange like a sunset's glow

Were the gates of hell

The gates of hell

The people chose

Left with the ashes of the morning

The burning embers softly glow

And the masses cry out in mourning

For the crimes we collectively own