Our throats are slit,
|
And ear to ear the inspiration gushes out,
|
Replaced by an anthem of fear.
|
My life just falls apart.
|
|
Strings sewn to our limbs
|
To force the hymns of war on beauty.
|
So we won't wake up.
|
The scars they leave,
|
So parents grieve the death of freedom in their children.
|
|
A soul for sale, it's cheap to buy.
|
The merchants of death smile wide.
|
Does anyone still even care?
|
|
My life just falls apart.
|
|
-----------------
|
Red, Black, And Blue
|
| Zombie Apocalypse |
