UXO -

The pilot blind by design

Scattered munitions, no target, no problem, uxo

The enemy unseen, a poor excuse just like it’s always been

Languid execution, costing generations

Cogs in the wheel, cogs in the machine

Never to wake, a stygian dream

The enemy unseen, a poor excuse just like it’s always been

Languid execution, costing generations

UXO, contaminate

UXO, lie in wait

Praying, haunting, whispers

Ready to explode

No safety in sight

The kind of fear that keeps you up at night

It’s always there, under your bed, until the scars are burned inside your head

A stray moment means a missing limb;

put back together with plates and pins

Cluster bomb payloads irrigate the soil

Fear becomes the vulture, eradicate the culture