We’re down at the tower
Waiting for our share
Of the precious liquid, there is none of which to spare

Thirsty, hungry people
Waiting for their crop
Which always shrivels at the stock,
They know they cannot stop

Waiting for rains to come
I swear that we are cursed
The water just goes down the drain,
But still the people thirst

Wars of land and power
That the sheriff cannot cease

The townsfolk are hungry,
They are hungry for peace

The government’s long gone
And yet we have to stay
She has us in her iron grasp
She won’t let us get away

Hiddens lies
Her perfect crime
Bitter bitter beauty

Something wrong
The siren’s song
Melody of promise

We come here to the tower,
And the fields most every day
To get our share of water
Giving life, that is her pay

She hold our lives on strings
Suffocating power
She is our lord for she’s the one
Who controls our water

But our lady’s ****** tactics
spill more blood than  can become

The rivers can’t run red when there’s no water left to run