I was watching the red skies, the red skies turning bleak
From the sinews of the great vine, my body's getting weak
Blood flows like rivlets from my dismembered limb
I sputter more each time I try to speak.
I tell you my fallen brothers, there's more to this
Than the mix of blood, sweat, gun powder, and piss
Than the distortion of our desecrated lifeless bodies
Tis' is the folly of governments, men, and misses
My head hurts like hell
Like it was hearing thousand maxed out bells
Funny I see the infinite movements in microseconds
One by one they fall, like it was raining meteors
Oh States of, how long will this go on
For another day another year, another century
If this could be turned on and off like a switch
I wish they burry me with all of my body stitched
