They sing a song of fear
And blight all who are near
From boy, to man, to ghost
To all that miss him the most
A high explosive waste of life
He empties the dirt from his pack of cigarettes
Each drag; a breath of all of his past regrets
The fog lights up and his ears begin to ring
As bullets and shells of artillery start to sing
They sing a song of fear
And blight all who are near
From boy, to man, to ghost
To all that miss him the most
A high explosive waste of life