Metal surface shone under the stale light
It was all a perfect plan to the final fight.
No exit to reality, no entrance to the dream
Hopeless faces looking through, searching for a beam.
A warm welcome for the victim that had no defence
Business and murdering and thoughtful pretence.
Guns so cold and souls much colder
Careful pats on a seargent's shoulder.
Silence and stares striving for survival
The revolver gun straight and ready to fire.
War never ended, it will keep living on
In people dying in the name of a wall.
They revolved around their troubled hearts
In a circle consisting of their own shattered parts.
And we never evolved, we all live in distrust
But the news keep telling that we're having a blast.
Metal surface shone under the stale light
Their eyes filled with anger and ever so bright.
No exit to reality, no entrance to the dream,
They look at the mirror, but they see no gleam.
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