closertoocoma

Here is a song i started to write........kind of skechy

The oils fields burn making everything bright...lets show them how we live, lets show them how we fightthe smell in the air, it reeks of burnt fleshchildren are playing just hoping for the bestmisery is written on faces that see the madness of war, without human decencyofficials make decisions that are crippling see our future is a rewritten pastour reign will never lastour future is just one big pastpulling name right out of a hatthose sane people will never come backlies are a base thats build up by corruptiontruth from our superiors is now plummetingsoldier, soldier, why are you here.soldier soldier, is killing fairwar they say can change a manis that then their ultimate planblood blistering laughs, in a wind thats so coldwe sit in this hell that these people call their homethe night are so long, and no comfort for their heartspictures are fading of families falling apartkillem all yells a shaky-hand boy issued weapon in handfollowing orders that he does not understand, will killing really make him a manletters written to his wife, explain how her husband diedhe died with honor died with pride, but the truth is it was all a liethey died in pain they died in fear, if it wasnt for war theyd still be heretwo in the chest one in the head, we wont stop the war until everyone is dead..


its a work in progress