A mass ******, of killings.
It truly is, a wicked thing.
You'll never see us, surrendering.
Not until the war is over.
Thousands of soldiers, marching along.
What they don't know is, they'll soon be gone.
I've seen many men, go to war.
And I can't take it, anymore.
I'm not an adversary, to war.
Only when necessary.
Thousands of soldiers, marching along.
What they don't know is, they'll soon be gone.
Hope keeps them marching, fearless and strong.
But, they don't know that, they'll soon be gone.
Silence falls, over the battlefield.
The time has come, your fate is sealed.
We have to fight, we cannot run.
The time has come, the war has begun.
Thousands of soldiers, marching along.
What they don't know is, they'll soon be gone.
Hope keeps them marching, fearless and strong.
But, they don't know that, they'll soon be gone.
Thousands of soldiers, marching along.
Raiding small towns, during the early dawn.
Hate keeps them killing, fearless and wrong.
The government controls them, they are its pawns.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio.