The end of the mind
Stand in single file
Too many have fallen
In the name of glory
What’s to be right?
What’s is wrong
Now one can know
But nothing is secret
In a world of lies
Are men are to week
To keep the worry
Blind eyes behind black gold
Nothing can be done
If silver tapes hide cherry lips
Songs gone, Lyrics forgotten
Green cloth covered in mud
Only hides the blood
Tears shed of sorrow
On a foreign sand
Tell us what did they do
To be shipped someplace new
Time will speak the truth
And you sir made a fool

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