Underground_Network
July 12th, 2009, 11:54 AM
Impending, never-ending it's the catastrophic sending
Of a melancholy rendering of the world as we've known it,
With the soldiers in their armor and their guns pointed alarmingly,
Like incomings were storming near and we were doomed
To less than 'ere we ever had, and I don't know if it's that bad...
But in their camo with their rifles men with hollow hearts
And deep, blank stares look on into the midnight sun
And we are frightened, on the run,
We are the populace in one, we are
The ending of the fun that we once knew as life alone...
And I don't know if we deserve this
But the gov'ment claims we earned this,
And it's nothing without bleeding on the shore
One summer evening, young men who have been deceived
And are fighting for nothing...
Oh put your rifles down and walk away,
But they will not, and so they stay,
Firing away, so constantly,
A man goes down, another too,
It doesn't matter what we do...
We are the populace in one, we are
The ending of the fun that we once knew as life alone,
Because all that was, is gone,
And we deserve nothing at all,
And so we've gotten what we want...
But still I don't know we deserve this,
But the gov'ment claims we earned this,
And it's nothing without bleeding on the shore
One summer evening, young men who have been deceived
And are fighting for nothing...
A bomb goes off and they all drop,
What have we won, what have we lost?
We've lost it all, we've gained vict'ry,
But what we have and what we need,
Are two completely different things...
Because we don't deserve this,
Even if we earned this,
Because we never wanted
Men in armor blowing
Each others' brains out
For the sake of nothing!
What have we become,
We are monstrosities with guns,
We have brought what we've been told
Would be the ending of the start,
The part where we depart,
As do our hearts,
Causing this disorder
To continue in the morning...
(Every fucking morning, oh every fucking morning)
Of a melancholy rendering of the world as we've known it,
With the soldiers in their armor and their guns pointed alarmingly,
Like incomings were storming near and we were doomed
To less than 'ere we ever had, and I don't know if it's that bad...
But in their camo with their rifles men with hollow hearts
And deep, blank stares look on into the midnight sun
And we are frightened, on the run,
We are the populace in one, we are
The ending of the fun that we once knew as life alone...
And I don't know if we deserve this
But the gov'ment claims we earned this,
And it's nothing without bleeding on the shore
One summer evening, young men who have been deceived
And are fighting for nothing...
Oh put your rifles down and walk away,
But they will not, and so they stay,
Firing away, so constantly,
A man goes down, another too,
It doesn't matter what we do...
We are the populace in one, we are
The ending of the fun that we once knew as life alone,
Because all that was, is gone,
And we deserve nothing at all,
And so we've gotten what we want...
But still I don't know we deserve this,
But the gov'ment claims we earned this,
And it's nothing without bleeding on the shore
One summer evening, young men who have been deceived
And are fighting for nothing...
A bomb goes off and they all drop,
What have we won, what have we lost?
We've lost it all, we've gained vict'ry,
But what we have and what we need,
Are two completely different things...
Because we don't deserve this,
Even if we earned this,
Because we never wanted
Men in armor blowing
Each others' brains out
For the sake of nothing!
What have we become,
We are monstrosities with guns,
We have brought what we've been told
Would be the ending of the start,
The part where we depart,
As do our hearts,
Causing this disorder
To continue in the morning...
(Every fucking morning, oh every fucking morning)