War Song
You put down the gun
As the last one falls.
Nobody runs to your bloody call.
The end of the war,
It soon draws near.
Though, you still have a lot to fear.
You’re guilty
You’re guilty
You’re guilty of your own death.
You died alone,
But you still walk on.
Many of your friends have past since gone.
And you think
That you’re the only one!
Well, fellow, there are many men on the run.
You’re guilty
You’re guilty
You’re guilty of your own death.
And you walk on fast
And you see your past
And you try to live
But it just doesn’t seem to last!
You continue on
Your steady pace,
Obliteration of the human race!
Your senses seem
To have stopped at once.
Never in the morning will you see the sun!
You’re guilty
You’re guilty
You’re guilty of your own death
You’re guilty of your own death!
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