2 acessos
There will be no parades for the likes of us
The wars we fight are doomed to be lost
I’ve seen the reflections of my broken blood
The callous deception of never giving up
No stranger to the cause
No stranger to these wars
We dream no more no shock and awe
Nowhere to go for rock and roll
A blue screen for a tribal heart
The sequels of forgotten wars
I twist and I turn towards apocalypse
I pose for effect before your deadly kiss
Echo echo in a chamber of purity
To a lip-synced moral maze soliloquy
No stranger to this cause
Still a stranger in these parts
Progressive thoughts for idle hands
Platforms for corrupted friends
A blue screen for a tribal heart
The sequels of forgotten wars
No medication left to take
Just defeat and the bitterest of tastes
A blue screen for a drama whore
The sequels of forgotten wars