Three...two....one...... Houston, we have a problem!
Ears are ringing look around
not really sure what hit the sky and shook the ground
already running on exhaust realize you're losing a holocaust
Camo crossing back and forth runnin' in through no mans land
Lengthening the hour glass with deserts full of sand
Amazed by risky ways whiskey daze golden rays with lots of raves getting hazed stop to blaze caught the daze join in the race pump this phase keep the craze forget the maze just match the pace
We're always lighting up as we load another round
We don't know where we're going yet we never make a sound
We're always lining up just to get shot down
The fighting started long before we hit the battleground
Our side fills with pride for us
Like German child to a nazi
Welcome to the gloried life
The American kamikaze
Hour by hour just living to get older
take it all in stride like a battle-tested soldier
Everything is different, each side is all the same
no one talks and no one listens adding fuel to the flame honoring as cowards those that live, with hunger guilt and shame
the rest are best remembered dying for a cause snuffed out by fate survivors sent with fliers ordered to propagate
How can we march in the right with no one left to lead how can we trust men called warriors that don't know how to bleed
Send in the troops they're dead men walking; better than at home, amongst the walking dead little did you know everything that's happened was a battle in the head I guess we all forgot, the wrong things are forgiven, times have changed real life's forbid us what the past had died and given
Distract yourself with pics of postcard perfect pyramids
They call us the millennials: it's short for mental Cold War kids
