Suture up the hole in me
This vent through which I cannot breathe
While all around the leaves do dance
The mud is claiming our second chance
Cause in this pit is death and rot
Not much else have we got
Except the bullets to fire away
Across the land at the enemy

Even rats avoid this place
They squeak and moan at our disgrace
After all we’ve gone and done
The land is scared under the sun
That is why we sit and wait
As mud does rise up again
A prelude to the wet decay
The kind that saps life away

What a sight to behold
We moved an inch and now we hold
In these years we’ve only died
Bodies which we try to hide
But the stench never fades
It simply sometimes skips a day
And all because we fight this hell
The one we brought upon ourselves

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