Killing Time
Not knowing what he had got into, only following the sheep
The message sent for his deployment at only twenty-three
Promised to be there for a short time
His mother looks at photos
Passed down from a family tradition
Her head lies on her lap
Ill never be sure exactly what it means
To serve and protect us from enemies
They make sure were scared
To justify this ugly, bloody mess
Its less than your pride, its suicide at best
The waiting fills her with delusion and memories gone by
how could I give life to my baby and then let him go die?
But with this joke administration where no one is exempt
Its not your fault and never will be
Dont hold love in contempt
I feel like Im lost, drowning out at sea
Surrounded by space with no regard for sympathy
She sees the parade of victory and war that wasnt won
Im not coming home. Hes my only son
If an angel earns its wings every time somebody dies
Then todays the angels black out the blue sky
