Imagine walking in a broken gray place with kids with black holes for eyes, as happy as can be as they simmer in the broken lies. Imagine what they'd have to do when the people who told them that war was through, but yet they kept their children upon a leash so that they could use them when they needed a feast.

Young and old are just alike when they come in together and take the knife when they cut off the sleeves and break off the leash may the be free, oh please, oh please....

The war has made this world cold, let it come again and fold. As the people cower in the dark, bring the colors of war and make them some art, shatter homes souls and dreams, like a nightmare that covered a dream...

What could be for this sadness to be...maybe it'll stop when there's a victory...