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They gave me a medal to trade the light within my eyes
With brass fanfares soaring loud to cover up the cries
I saw upon a flag a sea that never was at all
Now just in shellfire's lull a fractured memory I recall
They say it is a sacrifice that must be made
A formatted footnote on a page of cold parade
But mothers only read the tags on body bags you see
A weary sigh from logistics cold and empty
They sell the peace in tins so perfect and so sealed
The future's pre-loaded in a rusty cartridge revealed
We're not the heroes just the ashes still not cold
A missing name that scrolls in stories that are told
The crosshairs in my scope are just another's shaking eye
Perhaps a crumpled photograph he's hiding nearby
We share the same dread in trenches deep it grows and strains
Until the trigger's pulled by orders sealing both our fates
Behold the generals with just a swipe upon a screen
Playing a real-time war game cruel and keen
The blinking dots on maps that flicker out and fade
Were once the only home that I had ever made
Tell me can the victor's flowers bright and bold
Upon the scorched earth where my brother fell take hold
Tell me can the grand parade the victory's cheer
Bring back the star my father taught me to hold dear
They sell the peace in tins so perfect and so sealed
The future's pre-loaded in a rusty cartridge revealed
We're not the heroes just the ashes still not cold
A missing name that scrolls in stories that are told
They sell the peace in tins so perfect and so sealed
The future's pre-loaded in a rusty cartridge revealed
We're not the heroes just the ashes still not cold
A missing name that scrolls in stories that are told
