The Old Lie

[Instrumental Intro] (full intensity from beat one, fast heavy downtuned power chords, double kick blast, no build up, maximum volume immediately) [Verse 1] (relentless fast palm-muted riffs, thick wall of distorted guitars, pounding double kick, full intensity) Dragging through the dark with sixty pounds strapped to our backs Kevlar soaked in sweat and dust, three days without sleep Boots cracked open at the seams, eyes locked on nothing Radio crackling words that nobody could hear anymore Then the road went white and the ground ripped open MOVE, FUCKING MOVE, GET OFF THE ROAD We dove for the ditch but he was half a second late I watched him through the dust still trying to stand His hands grabbing at his chest where the armor tore apart Blood pouring from his mouth faster than he could breathe He looked right at me and I could not reach him He choked to death in the dirt ten feet from my hands [Verse 2] (same high intensity, fast downtuned power chords, double kick drums never stopping, dense heavy distortion) I see his face every night the second my eyes close His mouth opening and closing with nothing coming out Blood running down his chin in a line that won't stop If you could walk behind that body bag onto the plane If you could hear his mother break apart on a front porch in the sun You would choke on every word before you'd ever say That it's sweet and fitting to die for your country YOU WOULD NEVER FUCKING SAY IT AGAIN [End]