War

We start out bright and then we fall
There's not a way to cure it all
Another tough break is what we need
Another dead and pointless deed
We walk a lot, to no avail
The water is warm, the bread is stale
Eat it up with a smile on
Even when we feel all hope is gone

The ground is soft just like a bed
Surrounded by small beads of lead
Don't act surprised, just let it go
We'll make sure your parents know...

What's left of you in on some stone
Dirt and rock, not flesh and bone
They always stop and wonder who
You wonder what those slobs will do
But they just stare and move along
Like there was nothing ever wrong

...So there you are, eyes pale and fading
Beads sure are good at eliminating