First light Under quiet clouded cloak All hell broke the ridge Wry trees Up a narrow trail A wordless story A war that never ends
Brothers and sisters sleep in a bed hollowed by staves Like discarded shells from guns of powerful men Last one lays in red under swinging single light No pulse; a war that never ends
How clever you lie How many ways you kill Your cure is worse than the disease Your stated shrine Your cup overfilled Your cure is worse than the disease (A war that never ends)
Our proudest legacy is how unendingly we scheme Of new ways to kill than condemn A war that never ends It became our greatest prize to keenly wield skill to devise More ways to cut than to mend A war that never ends
How clever you lie How many ways you kill Your cure is worse than the disease Your stated shrine Your cup overfilled Your cure is worse than the disease (A war that never ends)
