Called me home for a war
There'll be blood again
The lamb of man
And the white wings of peace
They'll be cut again
This restless record
The needle's too deep
It'll never be fun again
All the fireworks
The carpet's burnt
And it's all gone to my head again
Fading echoes
A chorus too numb to keep
In time
It's our time
If the timing's right
Then the dead
The dead can sing again

Called me home for…

by fauxhero


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