Dark days, what's the harm in it
With shadows in the mirror of truth
Dark days, where's the karma in it
To treat another in mechanized abuse
You can rally around the old flag pole
Or raise your glass and shout a cheer
Hide your tally down in dark, deep holes
When should we ask again, what are we now doin' here?
What are we now doin' here?
Dark days, how come skies do fall
With reflections in a darkened room
Dark days, when some lies do call
Defeat for brothers in smoke filled fumes
You could bolster up and down with the flock
Or toast yourselves and drink a beer
Gear your holsters and rounds to raise the stocks
Or should we ask again, what the hell we doin' here?
What the hell we doin' here?
Dark days inch to mad outcomes
With shattered lives in pictures of gray
Dark days, headlong cries how come
In streets some might call home yesterday
You might shower profound glory for all
Or mix your drinks and shun from fear
Hide in power way down, while heroes fall
And you could ask again, what the hell we doin' here?
What the hell we doin' here?
Dark days, what's the shame of it
With mirrors in the shadow of truth
Dark days, who's the blame of it
To reap your brothers in galvanized half-truth
You can gather around Old Glory's cause
And treat yourselves or cry a tear
If you'd rather abound or just take pause
And could you ask again, what the hell are we doin' here?
What the hell...............................!
What hell are we doin' here?
With shadows in the mirror of truth
Dark days, where's the karma in it
To treat another in mechanized abuse
You can rally around the old flag pole
Or raise your glass and shout a cheer
Hide your tally down in dark, deep holes
When should we ask again, what are we now doin' here?
What are we now doin' here?
Dark days, how come skies do fall
With reflections in a darkened room
Dark days, when some lies do call
Defeat for brothers in smoke filled fumes
You could bolster up and down with the flock
Or toast yourselves and drink a beer
Gear your holsters and rounds to raise the stocks
Or should we ask again, what the hell we doin' here?
What the hell we doin' here?
Dark days inch to mad outcomes
With shattered lives in pictures of gray
Dark days, headlong cries how come
In streets some might call home yesterday
You might shower profound glory for all
Or mix your drinks and shun from fear
Hide in power way down, while heroes fall
And you could ask again, what the hell we doin' here?
What the hell we doin' here?
Dark days, what's the shame of it
With mirrors in the shadow of truth
Dark days, who's the blame of it
To reap your brothers in galvanized half-truth
You can gather around Old Glory's cause
And treat yourselves or cry a tear
If you'd rather abound or just take pause
And could you ask again, what the hell are we doin' here?
What the hell...............................!
What hell are we doin' here?
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