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Silvermen
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A Burnt Page
I am writing these most honest words to get them off my chest No soul back home will know these events exist and I'll ignite the page in the next fire I see that this day from hell may burn with it
I woke to the sound of shells exploding overhead And it seems I had stumbled to sleep in my foxhole and much to my regret I woke from a beautiful dream of after death The days were longer, the air was warmer, and it was just me and my cigarette
But it was all gone in a cloud of smoke and there it was again the smell of the shit they've left behind Rotting blood and smoldering flesh. Oh, and how did I forget to mention
My clothes are frozen to the ground with some mixture of my loaders blood running down And my cold sweat. The truth is I talk a bit too much And I'm just as scared of those bastards as they should be of us
I still can't get this scene out of my head It was when I strung up that kraut and three times it took to hang him dead Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And as he hanged there, swaying in the wind He did not gasp for air so I drew his gun and shot him anyways
And let me not forget to speak of the other men To the firing line for them Not one of them put up a fight, in the line they stand before 20 shots went and tore through their chests and heads
No mercy was felt that day At least we were killing them the honest way What we should've done was fucking gas them and burn their remains And throw them in the dirt so their families will know the same pain
Now I still know you back home can't understand Most of the people we find have vacant eyes They're callused by beatings by an iron hand No will to live but God they've tried No weapon of love given to defend the poor souls Against the cruel men
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