The War Of All Against All - The Receiving End Of Sirens

Look alive, gentlemen

Or fake your deaths;

your wounds undressed beneath your costumes

Some are so well rehearsed

For hearses it hurts, always the first to wave the white flag

And barricade themselves

In false pretenses, fox holed in trenches

Forged casualties with casual pleas

Dying to please the enemy

We die to stay alive, we kill to survive

We are the corps of corpses

We are up in arms and armed

Bring all the king’s horses and all the king’s men

Push on, plod on, these legs like pistons pumping forward motion

Convalescent men in uniform

We have fallen to friendly fire, shrapnel freckles our spine

Still our feet fall one by one

We are the corps of corpses

We are up in arms and armed

Bring all the king’s horses and all the king’s men

We were led to lead lovers, while marching to the beat

We were led to lead lovers, we kissed so well

The cannon’s calling our name

I hear her singing to me

In morse code

«This is our revolution!

To arms!

To arms!

This is a revolution!»

We are the corps of corpses

We are up in arms and armed