sounds of war can be heard.
Heights of noise is unbearable.
Despair of people is made wearable.
They all watch and stay silent
echoes of hope becomes violent.
Man is thought of as a beast.
Today caring is just a joke
the peoples will is to choke.
Language cadence is mistakes.
with our awe completely vacant.
Construction used to make life.
Their power is fuled by destruction.
Until the end we're in this war
to you and me they're everywhere