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ch. 3, prt. 9: tears are like missles (they hurt everything)
by dr3arms
tears are like missles (they hurt everything)
(man)
INCOMING!
we wait in silence
but the hate rises
rise up my brothers
and listen right
to the sound
of that which you fear
I’m the leader
the one in black
with my deadly tears
don’t listen to me right away
tears that wipe
everything out today
like the hundreds of missles fired
I’m thinking
I’m thinking were all tired
of the fighting
of the drama
of the politics
were just happy
tobe alive
and yuet were all sich of it
(man)
HIT THE DECK!
here they come
like rain drops
on the battle fields
of the darkest hells
you can’t even feel
like the waters
so full of poison
like agent orange
we never
saw it coming down
here we are
my brothers and sisters now
no more running
away from these darkened crowds
and I fell
that all arecorrupted
from the meaningless
dramas
so coveted
by our leaders
in the grey house
losing faith in ourminds
we fall like the louse
feeding off the media
we stream out our lives
until we all bleed of into the river
fight the fight
live the life
I do say goodnight
return the ways of peace and life
living dead
walk up
rise out your graves
follow me
down to the lost ones
we saved
back in nam
try to solve
the worlds problems
with these tears
tears are like missiles
they hurt everything
and everyone
tears are like missiles
you miss one target
yet you hit
everything....
(man)
INCOMING!
we wait in silence
but the hate rises
rise up my brothers
and listen right
to the sound
of that which you fear
I’m the leader
the one in black
with my deadly tears
don’t listen to me right away
tears that wipe
everything out today
like the hundreds of missles fired
I’m thinking
I’m thinking were all tired
of the fighting
of the drama
of the politics
were just happy
tobe alive
and yuet were all sich of it
(man)
HIT THE DECK!
here they come
like rain drops
on the battle fields
of the darkest hells
you can’t even feel
like the waters
so full of poison
like agent orange
we never
saw it coming down
here we are
my brothers and sisters now
no more running
away from these darkened crowds
and I fell
that all arecorrupted
from the meaningless
dramas
so coveted
by our leaders
in the grey house
losing faith in ourminds
we fall like the louse
feeding off the media
we stream out our lives
until we all bleed of into the river
fight the fight
live the life
I do say goodnight
return the ways of peace and life
living dead
walk up
rise out your graves
follow me
down to the lost ones
we saved
back in nam
try to solve
the worlds problems
with these tears
tears are like missiles
they hurt everything
and everyone
tears are like missiles
you miss one target
yet you hit
everything....
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