Phase Line Whatever

here I go again on a belt fed groove, suck it up ruck it up, legion on the move, all the things we used to have all too soon are gone, wave goodbye eyes gone dry, another trek through foreign dawn..... see the henna hidden dirty faces bodies broken poppy crowned, empty futures, empty lives only empty bargains found, while broken daughters cast away scream silent rage while bound... (our hands help up, theirs slap 'em down) and cast on through the compound catching tracer lighted round, jump into a compensator boogaloo side slippin' all around, as I slowly turn my eyes body armor turned and wound, hands up in greeting, STOP! the brass like shining carpet clinking sharply tragic sound, falling slowly oh so slowly like coffin nails drowned... my soul spilling on the ground.