18 Soldiers

Eighteen Soldiers five days away
 Caged in silence lying awake
 Ragged tirades are dead at the stake
 Raging sirens but nobody pays
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 We got nothing but time
 Overacting out in cynical times
 When the rain starts coming down the search for absolution is dry
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 Your right
 Eighteen fathers visit the graves
 Locked in violence resigned to their fate
 Fallen Idols are cracked at the base
 Hollow silence alone in their place
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 We got nothing but time
 Overacting out in cynical times
 When the rain starts coming down the search for absolution is dry
 Retaliation is blind
 With underestimated losses of life
 And the stains of blood are bold
 And visible beneath the divide
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 Your right
 Eighteen Soldiers five days away
 Caged in silence lying awake
 Ragged tirades are dead at the stake
 Raging sirens but nobody pays
 We got nothing but time
 Overacting out in cynical times
 When the rain starts coming down the search for absolution is dry
 We got nothing but time
 Overacting out in cynical times
 When the rain starts coming down the search for absolution is dry
 Well alright