Falling On Our Own Swords

Times like these are hard to choose Who's to win and who's to lose All depends on what you do And where you line up with the truth Doesn't much matter where you are When it comes to fighting wars Who can say whose keeping score As we fall on our on swords Where's the good in all the harm Brothers against brothers in arms Can we not see what's going on As this world buys the farm With scissor hands we cut the cord Without a plan can we afford To show ourselves for all we're worth As we fall on our own swords We unequally divide a fabric torn With needle eyes, can't see to sew Would all this change had we known In all this that there's little hope As hate and deception bore in our hearts We continue the fighting of this war With only one outcome that is sure As we all fall on our own swords