Crosshair

In this life
please remember
there are songs
whose endings never change.
It’s a long sail home
through the storm
through many a crosshair.
All the world that hides
all the faceless people crying
seems so weak
oh but still they’re trying.
But they’re running blind
all the same old soldiers
dying over again
only the traces remain.
In this world
ev’ry answer
only takes
you back to the start.
It’s a long sail home
through the storm
through many a crosshair.
All the world that hides
all the faceless people crying
seems so weak
oh but still they’re trying.
But they’re running blind
all the same old soldiers
dying over again
only the traces remain.