Crossfire (TWINSICK Remix)

He'd trade his guns for love

But he's caught in the crossfire

And he keeps wakin' up

But it's not to the sound of birds

The tyranny, the violent streets

Deprived of all that we're blessed with

And we can't get enough, no

Heaven, if you sent us down

So we can build a playground

For the sinners to play as saints

You'd be so proud of what we've made

I hope you got some beds around

'Cause you're the only refuge now

For every mother, every child, every brother

That's caught in the crossfire

That's caught in the crossfire

I'd trade my luck to know

Why he's caught in the crossfire

And I'm here wakin' up

To the sun and the sound of birds

Society's anxiety

Deprived of all that we're blessed with

We just can't get enough, no

Heaven, if you sent us down

So we can build a playground

For the sinners to play as saints

You'd be so proud of what we've made

I hope you got some beds around

'Cause you're the only refuge now

For every mother, every child, every brother

That's caught in the crossfire

That's caught in the crossfire

Can I trust what I'm given?

When faith still needs a gun

Whose ammunition justifies the wrong?

And I can't see from the backseat

So I'm askin' from above

Can I trust what I'm given, even when it cuts?

So heaven, if you sent us down

So we can build a playground

For the sinners to play as saints

You'd be so proud of what we've made

I hope you got some beds around

'Cause you're the only refuge now

For every mother and every child, every brother

That's caught in the crossfire

That's caught in the crossfire

That's caught in the crossfire

Caught on the cross