Young men in the back of a truck
Headed into something and they don't even need luck
Its the risk you take
God gets called on both sides of any war anyway
Anyone with fight left gets to pick a side
No rules, pretty much, just pick a hill to die on
We'll pepper in the landscape far and wide
With our skin unstitched and our eyes untied
Gnash teeth in an awkward exchange
Is it venom in your spit or is it drip from all that cocaine?
Let me kiss your face
I just want a friend
Just for the end
What you say?
Anyone with love left go back where you came
I come from up ahead and its paved with pain
Thoughts solicited are not the same as those kept warm inside our brains