If you looked out into the wild blue,
and saw only the dark of night
would you cry like I do?
Everyday, I see nothing,
where others see everything.
Everything with
hope and optimism and faith and glory.
What the fuck are they thinking?
I dont see any of those things,
not today, not yesterday, not anyday.
All I see with my bleeding eyes
is death, decay,
and maggots in the fields.
That were once green for my grandparents
But now only black and burnt for me.
and saw only the dark of night
would you cry like I do?
Everyday, I see nothing,
where others see everything.
Everything with
hope and optimism and faith and glory.
What the fuck are they thinking?
I dont see any of those things,
not today, not yesterday, not anyday.
All I see with my bleeding eyes
is death, decay,
and maggots in the fields.
That were once green for my grandparents
But now only black and burnt for me.