Fleshworks - We Are the Dead
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War!
War!
War!
War!

Couldn't find no sleep
through harshly brightened nights
for the sound of falling bombs was our horrid lullaby
as somebody pulls our strings
we march on towards demise
and as numbers in a list of loss
we will die!

down here - all is gone
no trace of any life
we crawl on scorched ground
where every hope has drowned
in seas of red

(chorus)
We are the dead!
We are the dead!


The agitators
plan their turns
as afar the fires burn
what harvest can we expect
from conterminated soil
drenched with blood and grinded bones

We - are - the - dead!

down here - in this man made hell
no one knows what we're dying for
washing our hands in blood
but can't cleanse our souls no more
we won't forget

(chorus)
We are the dead!
We are the dead!

and as numbers in a list of calculated loss
we will die!