Arms

Fire makes your blood warm and fast When crisis comes, when threads come apart The language of love is the language of our brothers in arms The language of love is the language of our brothers in arms Your brother doesn't ask to be forgiven Struggle is the hope in repetition Make the dark blue blood become crimson For the streets, for the paper, for religion Your carry our brother in your arms You put yourself in trouble when it's hard Violence makes your blood warm and fast The language of love is the language of our brothers in arms You ain't never asked to be forgiven Fighting is the hope in repetition Make the dark blue blood become crimson For the streets, for the people, for resistance