here this, oh, foul, bleeding, mess.
up to your feet.
you see that slum, this alley, those streets?
it's insanity, the vanity, they've been keeping indiscreet.
war is a trap, war is hell,
but we'll do this to ourselves,
just to make sure our nerves are working,
and that those parasites ain't lurking.
now is this the oder that I smell?
a world of people, a story to tell?
around the clock,
they won't stand still,
tick, tock, tick, tock,
it's a shock,
all the blood they've spilled,
who still has will?
lying under oath,
because truth is what we loath.
it isn't about who we hurt,
but if we're lying in the dirt,
battered.
hoping, not, the sky to fall.
but it's the ground that's shattered.