War's great organ shakes the sky
No one seems to care
Can you look them in the eye?
With a twelve-mile stare
Son, he writes home to mother
His pen's ink filled with fright
Gunfire, he takes cover
This is what he writes

Chorus:
Fire! Beast! War!
Cower! Fear-thrown Mother
Do not cry or war is kind

Terror filled them blastin' guns and streets of fire
Innocent soul gone without a trace
Sound of hell reigns near
Duck! Dive! Cower in fear!
There's no escaping from this

Chorus

GO!

Uneasy, quiet now
Too scared to lift a brow
darkness of night it covers me Feeling of freedom bright
In a bag zipped up tight
And you thought war was kind

Chorus x 2

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