Feed the Rhino
tides
In the mirror stands the boy that makes no sound,
Heard a thousand words as teardrops hit the ground,
Let him go (Heâs not your saviour)
Let him go (Heâs not your saviour)
See your father lay the bodies to the ground,
See your mother's eyes screaming with the sounds,
Let her go (Theyâre not your saviours)
Let them go (Theyâre not your saviours)
Theyâre not your saviours,
Theyâre not your saviours,
Theyâre not your saviours,
Theyâre not your saviours!
Ride the waves, home!
Ride the waves, home!