left behind in ground zero
Blowing a gale over the corpses.
We kill the time as it was done to us.
the shapes of guns and we time it.
All washed out and fading in the foreground.
hooked and robbed of it's hide
as the jaybird watches yellow jackets close in.
Empty the beds of our fathers.
Let fly the wolves in our hearts.
Everything. Nothing. ME...
Everything. Nothing. ME...
We point our hands in the shapes of guns and we time it.
All washed out and fading in the foreground.
All washed out and fading in the foreground.
Nobody notices the cowards fall.
Nobody notices the cowards fall
Nobody notices the cowards fall.
Nobody notices the cowards FALL
Nobody notices the cowards FALL
All washed out and fading in the foreground.
All washed out and fading in the foreground.
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