THERE ARE MANY BOYS WHO LOOK AT WAR
AS ALL BRAVERY AND GLORY.
BUT ONCE THEY GET A TASTE OF IT, IT
BECOMES A DIFFERENT STORY.
THEY ARE FILLED WITH PROPAGAMDA ON
WHY THEY MUST FIGHT.
BUT THE PEOPLE WHO START THESE WARS
ARE ALWAYS OUT OF SIGHT.

THEN THEY DRAFT YOU AND TRAIN YOU AND
PUT A GUN INTO YOUR HANDS.
THEN WAVE THE FLAGS AND BEAT THE DRUMS
AND SEND YOU TO FOREIGN LANDS.
WHERE DEATH HOVERS OVER THE BATTLE
FIELD.
AND PATIENTLY WAITS TO SEE HOW MANY
SOULS THE BATTLE WILL YEILD.

WHERE THE STENCH OF DEATH HANGS HEAVELY
OVER THE FIELD OF BATTLE.
AS FRIEND AND FOE LIE MORTLLY WOUNDED
OR DEAD MOST LIKE BUTCHERED CATTLE.
WAR THEY THOUGHT WAS NEVER LIKE THIS,
NOT IN THEIR WILDEST DREAMS.
WHERE THEY SOON SEE THEIR BUDDIES FALL
AND HEAR THEIR PAINFUL SCREAMS.

PAIN HAS NO FRIENDS, ONLY FOES AND CAUSES
MEN TO CRY.
IT FINDS MANY BOYS AND ILL PREPARES THEN
ALL TO DIE.

WHO IS THE VICTOR OF THE BATTLE, AS SOLDIERS
FIGHT AND FALL.
THE VICTOR IS THE SHADOW OF DEATH, IN THE
END HE WINS THEN ALL.
WE NEVER REALY KNEW WHO STARTED THIS WAR.
OR WHAT IN THE WORLD WE WERE EVER FIGHTING
FOR.

THE NIGHTMARISH MEMORIES OF THE WAR WILL SOON
REVEAL.
THAT THE WOUNDS OF THE MIND WILL NEVER HEAL.
AS THE BATTLE KEEPS RAGING AND BULLETS KEEP
FLYING.
YOUNG SOLDIERS KEEP FLLING AND YOUNG MEN KEEP
DYING.

THEN AFTER THE BATTLING IS OVER AND ALL BATTLES
LOST OR WON.
WE START COUNTNG THE BODIES THAT LIE COLD AND DEAD
IN THE NOON DAY SUN.




WOUNDED