Everybody's Hurt

Some people don't know when to stop... Black clouds of poison gas crowd bunkers Soldiers laugh and others wheeze Symbols of luck on tainted red flags War creates nothing worth fighting for But the world thinks that everybody's better than the next but we all know that everybody's hurt Fire- Evil- Alloys- Reasoning- all the things are teasing me Everybody's hurt and it's running though there Veins and as the weak and helpless run Ivory towers crumble as the enemy Laugh at those crushed or gunned War is and evil craft although unmasked The evilest of spells Children hide in wells Guns, swords, and hooks Flashing horrible looks Men in bloody shirts... Everybody's hurt