Graffiti skies

The tension upon the faces part,
The scarce beauty and twinkling lights,
The tide is in and the hearts are sharp,
The stars burning upon the nights,

The waves ripple time a graceful saint,
The laughter behind the cosmetic masks,
A friendship holds the popular taint,
The liquid dined on captured in casks,

The bottles of courage are drunk at the local pub,
The grotesque hide in their houses of wax,
The enemies are coming in their lethal sub,
"You're going to die" is sent by fax,

March us unto our suicidal grunge,
Rip us to our stand and let the bombs fly,
Into the shallow we start to plunge,
Salute the Captain when the end is nigh,

We have to respect the ones who rape the young,
Deprive us of our future with agression,
The deranged are imagining the old songs that were sung,
It won't matter, those who survive will die of deppression,

The gown of the young maiden stripped from her frame,
Graduation was so long ago,
But of course they feel no shame,
He gives her one last sacrifical blow.