[My Dreams killed me]

2 things!

We stand at the cornerstone
Fighting for our lives
We don’t know what we fight for
But We suffer and die

We are the chosen victims
Clueless till the end
We never wished this upon us
But it comes to an end

It’s that time, once again
The bullets raining in the sky.
Tell my wife that I love her
Cause I’m about to die (Staring at bullet- filled skies)

Waste of Life
Waste of Life
You took these fine young men
That will never see life

We stand at the cornerstone
Laying down in the dust
We are now soulless beings
Cause’ the stroke of the pen.


Exit

The time has come, and once again, I’m lost in this
The emptiness, so raw so real, It’s come to stay
It seems the time has come to realize that I’m dust
A simple being that has no real time to trust

The feeling of rejection comes at times of pain
The silence, replaced with tears that fall like rain
Replace the feeling with a bitter tear stained rag
The feeling hurts so much, that I’m about to gag

The time is hear, to once again, begin to lay
The silence, maybe just one more time I’ll pray
Oh take me back to the times when I felt like I was sane
Open your heart to me and see, that I’m just…me.