Look at
this heart shaped wreckage, what have we done?
We all
have scars from battles nobody won.
Heart
are breaking, tears are falling,
All
this hope is slowly dying.
Nobody
helps the broken, the burned,
These
nightmares we have, these nightmares we earned.
Pretend
to be proud of stripes of blood,
Never
our own, but the never ending flood.
Cowards,
we know, cowards we are
Responsible
for every death, and every scar.
Too
afraid to stand, too afraid to fall,
So here
we stand as cowards, straight and tall.
The
blood of the innocent, we miss the purity,
We lose
our imagination, lose our security.
The
worst ideas come true, the air filled with scream after scream,
All
that sorrow, utter sorrow, ripping, tearing through every dream.
We tell
ourselves, it’s for the good of the people,
To
fight and kill, raise the cry from every steeple.
We with
our commanders, we with a gun,
Hiding,
to shoot down those who dare to run.
We are
the monsters, we know it all too well,
To the
devil, our souls, we always sell.
Pretend
to be proud of stripes of blood,
Never
our own, but the never ending flood.
Cowards,
we know, cowards we are,
Responsible
for every death and every scar.
Too
afraid to stand, too afraid to fall,
So here
we stand as cowards, straight and tall.
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