Withering Dreams

Green pastures, the smell of home The town and life I used to call my own Suddenly the sky turns black Horrid screams fill the air The whistle sounds and now we have to run Howls of agony, the day has just begun Storming through the lines as fast as I can Friends dying everywhere I have to kill, it's the only way Still shaking, now I'm truly awake This place is hell on earth Are our lives nothing worth? Endless shelling, am I really Am I really left here out to die?! No! You can't contain me You're - only feeding my rage I have to kill to survive Fight for my - life Green pastures, the smell of home The town and life I can call my own again Suddenly my mind goes dark See crows pick my friends apart I wish I could / erase the memories / and just let it go But I can't...let it go