I see the battlefronts are falling
I see the numbers getting far too low
I see no end to this destruction
Amongst the din and all the dying
The flag of passion starts to burn and tear
As do the dreams of those
Who pinned it to their chest
They rest
We have no hope
To turn the machine around
The enemy
It stands so tall
We're crashing like gentle waves
At the feet of our own genocide
A sea of sacrifice and cinder
A horrid visual to complement
The tragic soundtrack of surrender
Is there a purpose in retreating
Or is it better just to stand our ground
And let them all eradicate our human race
Face to face
We have no hope
To turn the machine around
The enemy
It stands so tall
We're crashing like gentle waves
At the feet of our own genocide
I see the numbers getting far too low
I see no end to this destruction
Amongst the din and all the dying
The flag of passion starts to burn and tear
As do the dreams of those
Who pinned it to their chest
They rest
We have no hope
To turn the machine around
The enemy
It stands so tall
We're crashing like gentle waves
At the feet of our own genocide
A sea of sacrifice and cinder
A horrid visual to complement
The tragic soundtrack of surrender
Is there a purpose in retreating
Or is it better just to stand our ground
And let them all eradicate our human race
Face to face
We have no hope
To turn the machine around
The enemy
It stands so tall
We're crashing like gentle waves
At the feet of our own genocide
Contributed by Dq82 - 2023/11/13 - 10:07
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1974 & The Echoes Of War