Grab your weapons and munition
leave your clothes it's time to fight
get used to the daily fiction
please the lord it's time to die.

Throw the dice in your political game
so we will die, and you can gain.
I don't need no water, no leave the bread
all I want is bullets, and cigarettes.
My house is confiscated, don't have no money with me,
my family's dead, but take my blood as currency.

We bursted into the jungle like mad cows
and flew through our scarce ration.
Now we're facing spastic faces, while we're fogbound
to realize, rain is our drinkable retaliation

But after tea time in my motherland
comes gambling time for the government.
How much canonfood will be send
to heal the worldwide decadence?

War makes superstitious but it's a portent
in my petrified hands
I can see the water’s turning red
and the question in the end's.

Do I have the guts
to join the sea of blood
and save another man's butt.

Do I have the guts
untill the sea has flooded
Do I have the guts
untill the end


you walked the new world shoar
out of question you’ll lose the fight
still you threw down the glove
hell, you’ll get swallowed by the tide



Forced into t’ drain of society
Preying Schrinks on your agony
Certainty seems far away;
Blue mountains as communicating door to your fate.

But it's not your time yet,
and don't try to fight the vortex.

you'll go with the flow,
'n get spit out on the shoar.
Even hope won't help no more,
there's corruption behind the door,
you endured it all before.

There ain't no right action,
that will lead you to protection,
ain't no time for satisfaction,
it's all 'bout t' selection.
(you endured it all before. )

don't try to make your way home now
don't try to keep your head so down,
when you're sneaking on the ground,
it's not the manner to compound
(you endured it all before.)

Nothing can reach it
untill I breath it
Cause life’s out to teach me,
And won’t ever leave me
untill I breath it

try to leave the sewer
threw the world out’my head
so I broke down my mirror
don’t look back, straight ahead
I can’t see my prowler
But I feel the all known breath
This one won’t founder
Cause my soul’s already dead.

*Oooohhh my God*

Holy Lord,
this is my last pray
may I rest in peace
quiet float away

I think this song is great. its very detailed.....what frame of mind were you in when you wrote this???? is it from an actual experience????

thanks for the comment. I wrote it some time ago. It was a time when a lot of stuff hapened in my life. The text realy fitted my fealings then. I always get this nostalgic fealing when I sing it, or read it again.

greets

Wow! This reads like you spent time in Vietnam , took loads of LSD and wrote this huddled in some bush somewhere.
I really dont mean to be patronizing because it does seam you are really trying to express an experience or a period in your life.
I take it you are not a native English speaker and that this is a translation of your own Belgisch? 
It gets a little confusing sometimes and a little 'too deep'!
It reminds me of pieces I've written about experiences that I havent fully worked out/understood/found the right words for. In that I'd use words that fit the 'description' of a situation/observation but dont 'yet' fit the true 'deeper' meaning of the experience !! Like some words are 'so' deep and meaningful for the writer they become vague and confusing in the story the poem is telling.
Hefty piece of writing just the same.