War is a suicide,
of the body and the mind,
releasing spirits to the sky,
war is a suicide.
War is a suicide,
a fatal sacrifice,
of a life.
When all the stars align,
will we realize,
that it is time,
to end war.
How can man,
sacrifice his life,
for a falling mankind.
How can man,
risk it all,
just to fall.
War is a suicide,
a fatal sacrifice,
of a life.
When all the stars align,
will we realize,
that it is time,
to end war.
We're hungry for war,
we're hungry for more,
we're hungry for gore.
We're the mass murderers,
we're the world killers,
we're the war mongers.
How can man,
sacrifice his life,
for a falling mankind.
How can man,
risk it all,
just for the great fall.
War is a suicide,
a fatal sacrifice,
of a life.
When all the stars align,
will we realize,
that it is time,
to end war.
War is a suicide,
of the body and the mind,
releasing spirits to the sky,
war is a suicide.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 10:23 PM UTC
War is a suicide,
of the body and the mind,
releasing spirits to the sky,
war is a suicide.
War is a suicide,
a fatal sacrifice,
of a life.
When all the stars align,
will we realize,
that it is time,
to end war.
How can man,
sacrifice his life,
for a falling mankind.
How can man,
risk it all,
just to fall.
War is a suicide,
a fatal sacrifice,
of a life.
When all the stars align,
will we realize,
that it is time,
to end war.
We're hungry for war,
we're hungry for more,
we're hungry for gore.
We're the mass murderers,
we're the world killers,
we're the war mongers.
How can man,
sacrifice his life,
for a falling mankind.
How can man,
risk it all,
just for the great fall.
War is a suicide,
a fatal sacrifice,
of a life.
When all the stars align,
will we realize,
that it is time,
to end war.
War is a suicide,
of the body and the mind,
releasing spirits to the sky,
war is a suicide.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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