As I lay in my crib, tucked in nicely... I hear helicopters above me, I hear bombs around me, I smell the rotting dead... I see the frightened child... wHo doesn't understand why his mother is wheeping, who can't hear what his father is whispering, who's seeing photos of his now dead brothers... who thinks that he is the next to die... It is you who sits here doing nothing, It's you who hears some mother cry, Its you who sees someones brother is murdered... Its you who makes people want to die... But you lie, and over-complicate, But you deny you've done anything wrong, but you know nothing really matters... but you know nobody's gonna die... your laying motionless in a crib, tucked underneath your cover of freedom... :leaving: :leaving: :leaving:
