On a broken screen
Marching ghosts where the green ones lean
Boys with guns but no way home
Drifting deep through the steady tone
Fire in the mirror, sky turns black
Voices whisper, no way back
Shadows dancing, freedom calls
We rise again, as the silence falls
Tape rolls slow on the battlefields
[?] will never heal
Hopes a flare in the smoke and mud
Truth gets lost in the radios flood
Fire in the mirror, sky turns black
Voices whisper, no way back
Shadows dancing, freedom calls
We rise again, as the silence falls
Ashes spеak through a guitar line
