Twixn.... Is the name.
Twixn... Is the name.
Lyrics
With malice and sanctions
we sang this song... too loud... and for too long...
the suite and arms...
tied in with glutton palms
this is.... the...
Land of the free...
while other homes bleed...
we toss sheets over bodies
hoping no one could see
but the blood soaks through
dying another picture burgandy
the certainty of our actions was never there...
never fair...
its like an entire nation was burned black
and our answer is to send more police
oh please, ratial ententions where set aside?
our troops constantly pick sides..
live a lie,
like the scytsophrenic vulture mentality burried inside
breaking to the surface every time bullets fly
so..
Gather the troops... it's time to march again
with hassards glued to ethnics, of youth
he can shoot an M4, but dont you dare let him touch a beer...
it's the constant fear, that he might swerve
into something other than what was planted there
i can't handle their blank stares
it's this damaged afair, repeating to scare
our people into submmison of choice
fuck it i've heard enough of this negative noise
id rather scream joy till my lungs collapse
soul torn to scraps and handed out as flyers
fuck polititians .. this war is wrong,...
if only we could keep calm and all sing this song
