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• Artiste: Kingdom Of Giants
• Titre: Broken Ocean
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You can see them for miles You can count them for days Overlooking the ground where the dead soldiers lay There is a lesson to be learned from this The gathering clouds of war can be extinguished How far are you willing to take this How far are you willing to go Are you ready to go Whether we win or lose We've lost too much to compare the two Whose side are you, whose side are you on? Don't let the small smudges blur out the big picture You fucking be the one to tell their mothers Their sons are never coming home You try to wash the blood off your hands But the oil's too thick it won't come clean It seems you've tried everything From black water to gasoline We are staring down the mother of all messes This is so ridiculous Do you have any idea what our children have in store? They will be fighting our wars Paying our debts They will suffer the outcome of our own regrets And it's a sad fact to face to know That this is the truth Their words stagger like a drunken man Manipulative like the bottle in his hand Is the the world I see in front of me A world before Is this the world I see in front of me A world of war This is a game of chess and we are all the pawns It's just a pattern they expect us to follow It's just a pill they give that's too big to swallow You try to wash the blood off your hands But the oil's too thick it won't come clean It seems you've tried everything From black water to gasoline So tell their mothers their sons are never coming home You fucking be the one to bring that news back home Self righteous you stand on your hill at the top It's a beautiful view but how much did it cost You can see them for miles You can count them for days Over looking the ground where the dead soldiers lay Some young and some old, a family a friend These are women these are children What will it take for an end.