radical face – The deserter's song Lyric

Skies black, cold and vacant now,
I sat on the hillside.
The stars up above me,
Like pinholes in velvet.
I listened to the song,
That I hoped I'd never hear.

And off behind me,
Guns snap like insects.
We're fighting for causes,
We don't really fathom.
But we'll charge ahead,
Bloodied hands feed the flames.

Their guns all rain down,
Say your prayers, fall and run.
This is do or die this time.

Raise your fist,
Give 'em hell boys,
Let's make them wish they'd never lived.

My eyes locked with a boy on the other side.
Hands dropped, he stood defenseless.
But he wasn't frightened,
His face was accepting,
But I couldn't pull,
I couldn't pull,
I couldn't pull.

And I could see it clear,
To fall was not my fear,
To make one fall was...

And the chaos returned,
I backed into the trees.
Left my guns on the ground,
Wiped the mud from my knees.
And I knew in my heart that my old life was gone.

That in walking away,
My name was undone.
So I might as well run.

Parts and bones
And strings
Of secrets cut the ties that bind me.

I might dream,
Myself as king,
but I ain't made for ruling.

Just live another day,
And I can find another way.
Just live another day,
And I can find another way.
Just live another day,
And I can find another way.