Let's All Die for Nothing
Boy you try to gather
Signs of life so you can restore
Hope that your search will matter
A final thought that you can record
If politics had only killed the war
But you wish it still mattered anymore
With hallucinations writhing on the floor
Grown men with endless chatter
Implanted thoughts so they could be whole
They pretend that people matter
Just to send them to kill the unknown
And they're walking to the walking to the row
To the soldier leaning up against a home
To finish off the feeling that has grown
No one can be certain of a score
If the factual is actual or more
Lacking the devotion to denounce the broken lore
Death is too easy to ignore
And no one seems to follow anymore
This predictable incapable war
Writer/s: Destination Space Station
