How much time do we have left
Until we take our final breath
Why isn't it enough to know
Our time is finite
To protect the flame of love
Instead of fanning the fires of hate
To work for human needs
Instead of needless greed
Trading hands full of sand
For a fist full of dollars
But our pay is already spent
Before we even touch a cent
We can taste the foul stench
  as we inhale
Of a wick burning out our last
  bit of air

Can you feel it rushing past you...
Time is always running
Even when you think it slowly crawls
No matter how little or how much you sleep
No matter how much or little you care
It's always running
Running where...
Running out...

Old scarecrow of war
Do you remember what you died for?
Whose flag did you wave?
Who gave your life away?
Old scarecrow of war
Did you remember to pray?
Did you thank god for every bomb
   that you dropped?
For every soldier you killed for wearing
  the wrong uniform?
Old scarecrow of war
Did you make your general proud?
How about mom and dad?
Were those tears of joy as they put
  your body underground?
Old scarecrow of war
How many more of our children have to die
  before someone takes you down?
You don't frighten away bullets, tanks, ships,
  planes, or bombs
You don't scare away hate or chase away our
  sorrows
Old scarecrow of war
Being prepared has never brought us peace
Just constant death and grief

Dead poets and dancing bones
Bleeding letters with no way home
Lost thoughts lying still
Waiting, waiting, but never will..

The skeletons go marching on
The endless circle of war
Just obeying orders
Giving up the life's of our son's
  and daughter's
It doesn't matter why
Mothers need to cry
To keep this hate alive
Love and peace are used as an illusion
To keep the world producing
More bullets
More bombs
More excuses
To keep the skeletons marching on

Dead leafs in the grass
Candles flicker in the breeze
Dust scatters with each step
Roses had a funeral for the
  Lilies that passed away
While the orchids cried the
  night away
Over the snapdragons that
  never got to play
And blindly we keep going
Walking willingly in chains
Whats the point of breathing
When we march with the feet
  of the dead

The spilling of ink
The scaring of paper
Short bursts of thought
To keep the mind from cracking
Or the heart from breaking
A slow procession of tears
A soft murmur of love
A fear brought out of the skin
A secret confession
Repetition of words
To sew wings to the soul
And let the pain go
In an ocean of blood
Another lost love sleeps
  in a graveyard of ships
A dull blooming flower
devours the hour
Time is sluggish and still
  when sitting on hands
But fast and fleeting when
  chasing the seconds that tick

Music and poetry
Oils and paint
Blank canvas and
  empty stage
Pointe shoes and
  bare feet
The seeds of life and
  love just out of reach

And what if we're just bubbles in a dream
Dreaming up more bubbles as we breathe...

I don't know...
Maybe I'll just cry
And never sing a lullaby
Or I don't know...
Maybe I'll just die
And never speak another lie
Or I don't know...
Maybe I'll just let it burn
And let it fly away like a bird
Or I don't know...
Maybe I'll just **** all my pens
And never have to feel again
Or I don't know...
Maybe I'll just go to sleep
And dream the whole thing again