Shore Leave - Ghostlimb

See in the face from that over there place On the compose with the 1,

000 yard stare

Die in their beds Everyday while their thinning hair grays to the memory

Machine gun snare

The staccato sound

The days of valor and deference have come and gone

The days of blood and soil are gone

Now it’s time to move on

We have a charge more meaningful for all the judgment lacked we’ve got targets

on our backs

Everywhere we go including here