Warchant

Forever lost, forever found The mysteries become unbound The veil and shrapnel are removed The pieces now can be construed Inflammable the history’s beat What is written must never repeat I say to thee forget to plead The course can change and so it must The way we live is not for lust Accepting change and being hurt The purpose of my little flirt You will feel pain and feel it rise What will you do if not subside? You will not care and you will rise! You will deep breath and realize That nothing here is worth the lie This pile of crap will always die But push us deep and you will understand Why it is we! That rule this land! Our eyes are closed yet we are not blind We feel how you will bring demise And thus we do what was done before We pick our tools and hone our tone To war we march, and change expect For all that rule this tiny land!