Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill Burial to be In blood laced misery Propaganda death ensemble Corpses rotting through the night Scorched earth the policy

Lost in the static I am not your fathers son Come dig me up, wipe the earth from my bones And you'll find me at the end A blur on the horizon We become a path others use to take A distant undertaking to suffer the same I'll stand right beside you We slog

Eyes flare, this glow becomes our lanterns We are searching for truth, but find dust and dirt Though sight falls hard, trudge headfirst and forget what matters Caught in the trample of the tow, bones scrape against the asphalt Gaze into the depth and try

I have been to the edge before, at the end of the world But there is nothing for me so I guess I'll just turn around I will follow my footsteps back home Still the same as before, but there is nothing for me So I guess I'll just turn around Can't you see

Them want I Them claim say Be com'a them funeral Them are the general Com'a com'a funeral Yet you want I You are the genie What a big disgrace The way you rob up the place

I am a shadow slipping into the abyss A part of me that will never leave Just to remind me of who I have grown to be Pulling me side to side It won't forget me I'm watching where I step So I don't fall between the cracks An anti-pattern in disbelief I

Misery, I wanted to forget you But five years later I have grown I have regret You were better deserved. But we all learn Hands to broken mirrors, we shattered our design You were always so easy for me, to leave in ruins Those nine summers we burned

Them want I Them claim say Be com'a them funeral Them are the general Com'a com'a funeral Yet you want I You are the genie What a big disgrace The way you rob up the place

We are lost, we are polluted Where do we begin Into the grey a wolf amongst ravens I will remain amongst the filth When everything is wrong we just forget Move along and we play pretend Surround your life with silver and gold Your tinsel dreams and the

My truth will be my own You say it doesn't matter, get used to fear I tell you, that's the problem What it's done to you, the way you live your life This is where you pick yourself up, brush off the ashes Clear the smoke and soot from your eyes Their