Look We've become, A gaunt, haunt-eyed Veteran of violence.
A brother can't love a brother Lest they agree with each other. Our sisters are dying Because of you.
Everyone's a domino; who's first? A turn Of the air could Break a world of domino.
Do it or don't and this. So many ultimatums, I can't help but wonder When we'll tire of them.
In We Trust
The Temple Of Bel, this state. Nothing else, Only vengeances Satiate.
Bayonets, Surgery, steady! Musketeers, Cavalry, ready! Trenches Dug, last Words Sung, next Up Is - - - - -
I see bodies in the clouds, But I won't see mine own. They'll fracture before then. Oh, my , don't you know How much I love you? Yes, But I know how much.
Temple of Bel reference to the temple which was destroyed in Syria in 2015