I shot an arrow in the air
It broke from strapped doors so none I'd wear
You'd think I'd better known than to cast a skip of stone
I'd break a walking stick and pick a break a tooth of bone
And all inside's a thousand yards stare
All of my dreams they've flown away Only to return another day
Slightly faded And all this pain I hide inside
By the ticket, take the ride On the...
They
shot an arrow in the air It lit the night sky that I cannot wear
The pilot whacked his wings The demon choir sings
So they should come with only two The one that vengeance brings
And all these thoughts I cannot bear
All of my dreams they've flown away Only to return another day
Slightly faded
And all this pain we hide inside
By the ticket, take the ride On the...
Ready,
fire,
aim is the call of our cries The
essence of brutality is what we despise
The old suits authoritate the young moons
die But we don't shoot until we see the wild
to their highs
All of our dreams they've flown away Only to return another day
Slightly faded And all this pain we hide inside By the ticket,
take the ride On the...
It was unhappily...
drafted.
It seems so bodily...
It seems so bodily.
I felt my worst.
You
are not ashamed to say you love them,
though you may or may not have always.
Keep what they have taught you with
their dying and keep it with your own.
And in that time when men decide and feel safe to call a war insane,
take one moment
to embrace those gentle heroes that you've left behind.
Amen.
The general consensus was,
let's get the damn thing over with,
you know,
back to normal.
For those that will fight for it,
freedom has a flavor,
and to protect it shall never
know.
Which is a very profound and true statement.
Both will be the war to end all war.
And for a while they did, again.