the sheep have run around in line

and smell of clean white family atmospheres

the tv shines just like the sun

and we think that were the only ones

and so the smell of dust and hate

infects him when he tries to communicate

for the love of life/the fear of death

he sits now as he catches his last breath

wicked fever running high

he never meant for his own men to die

the generals old but not ashamed

he's not the only one to take the blame

from his own guns