and when we fall at their sight
in numbers of man...
i guess im no more than your,
phalanx for your war..
i guess i have chosen to not belong to one.
sometimes i feel like escaping is that strange,
my only goal would be to end. ,
to find the open fields, some trees and sun,
they wave at me to come, leave your jail,
i believe that i am bound to your walls till then
ofcourse you see it in another way,
you see me for what i am,
and all recieved into my mail,
am made you read on paper, danger
you will most likely, capture me
and number me, subdue upon thee..
question me, dis-believe me
correct me if im wrong, sieg.
hello legion.
we all know to soon
and few that survived
and few that survive
and few that abide
thy preaches make haste
command our forth young
treaty trade,
treachery heat,
shimmering fright,
sing our skin boils,
its a bit late,
already night,
washing their hands,
with all their oils,
why do you fear,
why make it hate,
why do you kill?
why would your fate...
lay not upon earth
cast not into fire
nor seamansgrave
forget the townscryer
and at the fall,
it all comes back
you would charge at their lines
in glorious might
and hear the sea splash kindly
the trees wave softly
and when i die,
warm the sunshine
whispering birds
kids that run trough
a smile on their face
and incoming beasts
to rip us apart
their rockets aimed at
their system denies
reach confusing heights
ba-by-lon revised
and when they have killed,
my body alone
dont..
lay me upon earth
cast not into fire
nor seamansgrave
Vraag yvonne maar hoe tof ik ben, die gaf mij er ooit een tagje voor.