ARTILLERY

Here it goes, for the hundredth time Could you show maybe just a little bit of spine? Ha, you're so fucked, you're so out of luck Here we are on the frontlines Here we are ready to die I've been waiting, I've been waiting For this moment my entire life Can we go, can we go, to a place where we know That we'll be safe and get out alive? Ah, it's all burned down All I see is the ashes all around On the ground, on the ground All that's left is a silhouette Will we ever know what the bigger picture is waiting for? Waiting for Can we make a vow to leave the age-old scriptures In the past where they belong? Where they belong Who you gonna send to fight this war? The young again? The new lost generation of women and men? Who will take care of them? It sure ain't you and they're sick of being lied to Sick of being lied to The blood's on your hands Will we ever know what the bigger picture is waiting for? Waiting for Can we make a vow to leave the age-old scriptures In the past where they belong? Digging through the trenches Digging through the trenches My brothers blown to pieces F*ck This fucking war machine needs to run out of fuel Stop the senseless killing, stop it all you fools Digging through the trenches My brothers blown to pieces F*ck This fucking war machine needs to run out of fuel Stop the senseless killing, stop it all you fools Stop it all you fools Stop it all you pigs