I keep the pictures face down, it seems to make it easier
We peek around like racing hounds,
we bleed.
Our pain's for leisure?
Sure.
They trained us to complete our work with basic brains and brandished teeth
We laid down our beliefs to further our careers, it's tragedy
Could plant my feet in dirt but move the second that my Chief says words
He speaks in verbs, secreting fervor. Each are heard, some scenes disturb me
He assures us the people murdered were heathens cursing the peace on Earth
Ashamed my tasks all lead to hurt, the gambit to calamity
An angels mask with demons purpose, rambling my rhapsody
Some days I feel I've seen through all the phantoms eyes; the ghastly deeds
To shelf my blackened past I've spawned this addict stance, and cracks my fiend
I'm hammering more keys than locksmiths trapped inside a factory
But actually.... I breathe it, so it seems it might be trapped in me
Piano seeps melodic actions, band the contra, masterpiece.
The taps complete the beat
The people dance to not get hit
The rhythm passes through the skin
The trance, it acts as an abyss
This...
Single soldier symphony is sick, insane, there's sins in it
Eclipse your day to live in shade, I wish to beg forgiveness
And to play the rifts again.. The bravest prisoner
The cage I'm sitting in to save the citizens,
It plagues the rhythm, so it fades to dissonance
The stains are old. Certainly I'm tarnished, this is insight
Live, die, targets of the sharpened edge of Grim's scythe
Just know,
...
Retired soldiers still will wear their garments on the inside
Twisting there resolve into a song so they can live life.