bring guns, bombs too, watch us die two by two, hands can heal ,but stocks can mold and in this another man is sold ,forgotten grass and blue filled sky, as you look into another mans eyes, to watch him wain and fall in vain, and all that was left was a blood colored stain, so the man is gone the machine is done and the world goes marching on.
Jun 22, 2011
Jun 22, 2011 at 9:13 PM UTC
bring guns, bombs too, watch us die two by two, hands can heal ,but stocks can mold and in this another man is sold ,forgotten grass and blue filled sky, as you look into another mans eyes, to watch him wain and fall in vain, and all that was left was a blood colored stain, so the man is gone the machine is done and the world goes marching on.
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