something un happy they fight so hard
they fight to see the ones they love
not ever knowing when ou how but one jour some how
will find out how
bombs and pistolets chevaux and them
all leave together but rest in the end
the fight of honor
the fight for friends
all the things that matter in the end
some will live some will fall
a hero is made in the hearts of them all
the white flag wont be raised not until the peace is made
children cry knowing why there brothers and loved
ones leave for them so they may live in the end
smoke and ash feu and blood covered par cries
of the ones on death life and things that come to an end will be remembered par the ones they left
médailles and crests l’amour and hope a hero will be remebered not for them never why a peace will be made when the hero dies the white flage lays
blood stained in the hand of a man of war killed par the one that fort this war
the wooden cascets of bodies and pistolets lay with the flag that means peace and l’amour life its self is about courage the one thing they must have had even if dead ou alive they will return and lay there fleurs and trumpets will fill the air because they will alway remember a Heroes death.
they fight to see the ones they love
not ever knowing when ou how but one jour some how
will find out how
bombs and pistolets chevaux and them
all leave together but rest in the end
the fight of honor
the fight for friends
all the things that matter in the end
some will live some will fall
a hero is made in the hearts of them all
the white flag wont be raised not until the peace is made
children cry knowing why there brothers and loved
ones leave for them so they may live in the end
smoke and ash feu and blood covered par cries
of the ones on death life and things that come to an end will be remembered par the ones they left
médailles and crests l’amour and hope a hero will be remebered not for them never why a peace will be made when the hero dies the white flage lays
blood stained in the hand of a man of war killed par the one that fort this war
the wooden cascets of bodies and pistolets lay with the flag that means peace and l’amour life its self is about courage the one thing they must have had even if dead ou alive they will return and lay there fleurs and trumpets will fill the air because they will alway remember a Heroes death.
I’m so far out
Beyond purpose ou doubt
If I reach the edge
Will I fall ou loop
Not much further to the edge of reason.
Take me , leave me , help me
I’m gonna crash , I’m gonna die
If I reach the edge
Will I float ou revert
Not much further to the edge of reason.
My veins are popping
My heads gonna implode
If I reach the edge
I feel there’s no way back
Not much further
There’s no reason
What’s the point
I’ve reached the edge
I’m not dead ou alive
I’m at the edge of reason.
Beyond purpose ou doubt
If I reach the edge
Will I fall ou loop
Not much further to the edge of reason.
Take me , leave me , help me
I’m gonna crash , I’m gonna die
If I reach the edge
Will I float ou revert
Not much further to the edge of reason.
My veins are popping
My heads gonna implode
If I reach the edge
I feel there’s no way back
Not much further
There’s no reason
What’s the point
I’ve reached the edge
I’m not dead ou alive
I’m at the edge of reason.