I choose my words
As if they’re the last I’ll speakThere’s pity on a friendly face
Difficulty in his voice
Seems like no stars can shine
While hungry stomachs eat themselves
Well you can’t help someone
Who doesn’t know how to be helped
And you can’t fix
Something that ain’t broken
A strange feeling passes through my mind
I’m a medium for dead armies
Dead soldiers who were prepared
To kill for another day of peace
What’s this horror I’m feeling right now?
What’s this terror? Am I saving your soul?
Kill to live, kill to live.
The Book tells me
Things I can’t understand
I get philosophy from fiction
And I make my own plan
There’s a deathly scent in the air
Invisible bodies were never buried
A disembodied cry through the night
Yet nobody but me can hear it
My friend told me nothing
Has changed, just the way
I remember things were
He said don’t think twice,
We can kill to live or live to die.