A burning cup of whatever it is, I care not
I held the kid in my hands and felt the shackles emerge
The tower with the seven sides, leaves no place to hide and only space to jump
As the eagles claws on the burning and downright chilling hillside, in the desert town of birds & nests
Nobody's left, no bodies left, no buddies, left, know Buddy's left ?
Isolation, Extinction, Direction & Information

Turrets jump out of the trees
Young men staring emptily  awaiting orders begging for something to distract
The education of destruction, for which they have been bred,  in a way so cleverly hid
A chance none stands, to get a life is to take a life and here I stand, baby in hands,
Am I making my sacrifice ?