Somme Thing

I’ve hid behind the fear of death for longer than a second
Behind the lies I told myself that might create my destiny

The blood I taste across my lip is just a sign I reckon
A sign to say I’m still alive the pain will bring the best of me

I wear the face that’s witnessed dark and roars that echo pain
The eye that squints to recognise the déjà vu again

The fields are black just like my soul will have to be forever
To kill a man who hasn’t wronged me yet has to fear my arm

The whistle blows and onto war we rise and fall together
By tomorrow we will be just a number as the air is still & calm