| sitting outside a foxhole |
| holding a rabbits foot again |
| waiting for the enemy to deploy the ordinance |
| stready hands until the imminent attack |
| if the the bombs dont explode we though them back |
| we’ve all lost track of the days |
| drifted too far out to see the pain |
| between the panic and all these fuckin maps |
| lifes easier if you dont plan to make it back |
| just easier if you dont plan to make it back |
| what did you think was gona happen |
| it would all be alright |
| this aint a place to try pull a strong face |
| lie to yourself sayin these things just take time |
| lie to yourself sayin these things just take time |
| cause this will take forever |
| for you to realise |
| that the fact is the ligaments must snap |
| pain is always needed to sever ties |
| blaming it on someone wont do you any good |
| better make a plan to get them before they come to get you |
| when other cliches have been displayed a million ways |
| only thing left to state is the truth |
| we all are gona die |
| some of us tonight |
| goin out as sheep in a foxhole trying to fight |
| or a wolf howeling its about fuckin time |
| or outside screaming its about fucking time |
| cause this will take forever |
| for you to realise |
| that the fact is the ligaments must snap |
| pain is always needed to sever ties |
| pain is always needed to sever ties |