1917.

When we locked on eye side i did see

empty fields soldiers buried trenches

built with great understanding of madness

felt up close and personal over the top

whistle there you go dodge that bullet

Mud rain shelling is this what we are telling

small children growing up without father

brother uncle war kills without any form of thruth

lost souls shell-shocked cry scream claw their way

back to a peaceful asylum mental collapse nerves broken.