Through the tangled wraiths of your innocent lies,
Resurrected hues of the truth shall rise...

city lights twinkle slowly
the neon wilderness speaks only...

We ran to catch the morning dew
it was childhood, we lost our way...

They prostituted their body and mind
Never knowing what they left behind...

The sounds of the battle pound in my head.
The guns, fused with the cries of my fellow men...