Walking in criss crosses down a straight road
Taking time to shrug on another tired load
Shoulders bent, glints of sweat on red brow
Different ways to figure out if you make the cut
Crawling through the sand like a mutt being put down
The sound of trains shunting in the dark
The heat of a spark, individual and searing
We're hearing ourselves for the first time
Turns out it's the worst time, unleashed to unwind
Shooting blind, forgot how to be kind, just pull triggers
It figures, history reflects, war is a word in every dialect