Starvation, disease, and neglect
brings no escape from that night...
The land of olives
Obliterated to a struggle for life...
The enemy draws near,
As the smoke starts to clear...
Blood around the moon
during witching hour...
~~~~~~~o~
atlantis ahead...
Luke I'm not your father
For he is dead and gone...
Come grab yourself a bollard boy
And I'll spin you a dit...
You are told this is how a young man
finds honor, that to die for one's country...
I'm so all-American
I fit into a perfect plastic mold...
I do not know too much about that crazy war
Or what those old crazy people are fighting for...
With the push of a button
and the count of a score...
There is no morality
to the murder of innocents...