ACTIVATE HISTORICAL FEEDS

These words I've taken to heart
lead a nation in charge.
Our faces sullied, our wills unmarred
listening to those at large.

Minute by minute we hear your voice
speaking to us so we can hear.
We cast our die; did we have a choice
it was the sum of all our fears.

In my darkest hour
I feel the change inside
so many reasons for me
to run and hide.

And in my final moment,
I feel my heart betray
the world burns of all the
things that were left unsaid.

You can count me out
you can sign me up.
Did I know what this was about
did I even make the cut?

Soaring over foreign lands
those at home have wished us well.
As my feet touch burning sands
after we have bombed them all to hell.

In my darkest hour
I feel the hate inside
so many times for me
to run and hide.

And at my final funeral
I hear the dirge that plays
the world burns from all the
things that were left unsaid.

Push me down...
Point me out...
Hunt me down...
Take me out...

So alone, I cross these fields
don't remember why I'm here.
Here I'm marching, toe to heel
Another country I'm coming near.

In my darkest hour
I feel so dead inside
so many faces for me
to run and hide.

And at the final siren
just how few remain
the world burns for all the
things that were left unsaid.

DEACTIVATE HISTORICAL FEEDS

01/19/2010