Warpainting - The Myrrors
Cast away across this ancient land The desert heat burns the eastern sand Fever falls and it starts to take hold Asphalt blood worth its weight in gold The battle cries echo through the stones A thousand men and children far from home Fighting for them that would not fight Forsake all concepts of what's wrong and right History repeats or so prophecies say Tomorrow's bloodshed are our failures today No man raising up his hands in protest To think we thought our government knew best Painting devils on the eyes of our youth So many words yet so little in truth Too much talk but when will you moveIt's at the point where we have little to lose And they crest the hill so savage and wild They scorch the land and every woman and child Through the deserts, they slip into the night And they die
