Bleed in, bleed out, this farce goes on and the war beats thumping
To march us in lock step with no regard for the souls who agonize
Now they're hanging us out to dry
And there's nothing to save us
Bye bye blue skies
It's as if we were born to die
For tomorrow may never come
As reality sinks in
Bye bye blue skies
He says as he gets the gun
We can be proud we don't partake in the grand charade
Do we pray to lesser God's than those pretending they're holier than thou?
Now they're hanging us out to dry
And there's nothing to save us
Bye bye blue skies
It's as if we were born to die
For tomorrow may never come
As reality sinks in
Bye bye blue skies
He says as he gets the gun
Bleed in, bleed out
While wandering this earth, we ponder life
And wonder if in death our souls survive
It's often said: In darkness there is light
And blessed are the souls who agonize
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