18 Soldiers - Pennywise

18 Soldiers five days away

Caged in silence lying awake

Ragged tirades are dead at the stake

Raging sirens but nobody pays

We got nothing but time

Overacting out in cynical times

When the rain starts coming down

The search for absolution is dry

18 fathers visit the graves

Locked in violence resigned to their fate

Fallen Idols are cracked at the base

Hollow silence alone in their place

Retaliation is blind

With underestimated losses of life

And the stains of blood are bold

And visible beneath the divide

We’re caught up in it we can’t forget it

Forget your losses and don’t regret it