Waivered Lives - Liferuiner

If only the dead have seen the end of war

Then what the fuck are we fighting for?

We reap no glory or endure any real success

In deciding who gets to live and who begs for death

Who begs for death

I won’t go to my grave until a difference is made

My body will be your vessel.

Give me your pain

There will be no atoning for things we’ve done

Just living in the ashes of everything that can’t be undone

Nothing can be undone!

No one can take the one life you make

No one can take the one life you make

If only the dead have seen the end of war

Then what the fuck are we fighting for?

We reap no glory or endure any real success

In deciding who gets to live and who begs for death

Who begs for death

Our lives are waivered on a thin line

Of choice and luck and you

Live in a perpetual mindset

Of not giving a fuck

Everything we’ve shared and all the time wasted

Now is so bitter tasting

Everything we’ve shared and all the time wasted

Now is so bitter tasting

If only the dead have seen the end of war

Then what the fuck are we fighting for?

We reap no glory or endure any real success

In deciding who gets to live and who begs for death

Who begs for death