One Dead Three Wounded Soldiers
I haven't had the time to write in such desperate times
So I'll begin.
I wore out my lungs today. Been screaming for this to
change.
Nothing but hot air ever reached your brain.
I calmed myself to disprove the glory of your American
Dream.
Tonight we try to win the crowd for gasoline.
I broke my first on walls. She said it proved nothing
at all.
I hope these battered halls prevent the costs of war.
Yet the prices soar.
I bit my lip, waved goodbye, wrote off your debts in a
single line.
Choked on the words I couldn't tell. Broke the vows we
used to sell.
I've been wondering.
Why do the heartbeats of this city sound like noise to
you?
I've been fighting my eyelids to stay inside my head
I've been battling the blitstering cold with caffine
and chapped lips.
I've been chasing lover's dreams up the wrong stairs in
a house made of stone and glass
In a town where no one cares.
I broke my first on walls. She said it proved nothing
at all.
I hope these battered halls prevent the costs of war.
Yet the prices soar.
I bit my lip, waved goodbye, wrote off your debts in a
single line.
Choked on the words I couldn't tell. Broke the vows we
used to sell.
I will scream these words like a loaded gun
I've been holding it in. It's got to come out.
It won't encroach on your speech.
It won't impose any harm
And if I die tonight as least I left you a song
Why do the heartbeats of this city sound like music to
you?
Please don't fight this war for me or your delusions of
domestic security.
