War
The epitome of pain.
We draw the same old circle
And stand inside the flame!
The never-ending conflict.
We memorize the gain.
I’m tired of tasting ashes
Instead of saying names!
It’s the same old headline
Burning out my eyes!
Another fire on the border,
Another mother asking: why?!
So I change the channel,
But the silence screams ...
Where every flag is a bandage
On wounds that never heal.
The never-ending conflict -
The epitome of pain.
We learn how to live with it
Like breathing in the flame!
The never-ending conflict
Written in our veins.
We swear we’re gonna fix it
And then we do the same!
Kids draw sick sword beheadals
Just on the kitchen floor,
While Granddad keeps his medals
In his old rusted drawer.
He says “they promised us an ending
Back in "44”,
But now the names are different
In same shit holy war!
The never-ending conflict -
The epitome of pain.
We draw the same old circle
And stand inside the flame!
The never-ending conflict.
We memorize the gain.
I’m tired of tasting ashes
Instead of saying names
And you are killing me.,
Because I'm killing you!!!
And we are spreading hatred
Because they force us to!!!
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