Mission: Bloody Day

It’s the day after you hide the truth
It’s the morning you’ve called the troops
Everybody who asks why, is bleeding
The air is too thick for breathing.
Who is answering everything
Without censoring anything?
Who’s gonna take the blood back
To the veins that were under attack?
Of course, there would be nobody
Mission was making the day bloody
Of course, there would be nobody
Mission was making the day bloody
Who is in charge? Nobody
Who is shameful? Nobody
Who is innocent? Dead bodies
Who will be absent? Our buddies
That is my and your blood
That turns the dirt to the mud
It grows the flower bud
And keeps pretty the country yard.
It’s the day after you hide the truth
It’s the morning you’ve called the troops
Everybody who asks why, is bleeding
The air is too thick for breathing.
Who is answering everything
Without censoring anything?
Who’s gonna take the blood back
To the veins that were under attack?
Of course, there would be nobody
Mission was making the day bloody
Of course, there would be nobody
Mission was making the day bloody
Who is in charge? Nobody
Who is shameful? Nobody
Who is innocent? Dead bodies
Who will be absent? Our buddies
That is my and your blood
That turns the dirt to the mud
It grows the flower bud
And keeps pretty the country yard.