Was once a man beneath the dust,
With passion, love and fear and rage
Now he's just an empty husk
A pacing creature in it's cage.
The trenches meant to keep them safe
Have turned to prisons evermore
They sat in silence, forced to wait
While all the world forgot their war.
The whistle rang out crystal clear,
The bugle gave a ringing cry,
With gins in hand, they charged ahead
And fought beneath the screaming sky.
Machine guns spat their tongues of flame,
And bullets screech off lengths of wire
The ground filled up with dead and maimed
While shells burst into plumes of fire.
Now today I watch the band,
I wonder what they're marching for
When crimson stained the desert sand,
All it was, was bloody war.
