Feed the fire a listless fuel
And let the flames lull you back to sleep
For a second there
You almost seemed alive

And yea, this is another protest song
But it's one that needs to be sung
The words will stick and never let you go

Newspaper says they're building war machines
Ink bleeds onto your clothes, washes right off

(Truth is debatable)

So pull those blankets over your head
And avert your eyes to the raging fire
The one that you
Helped ignite

And yea, this is another protest song
But who am I to expect you to hear?
The words, they stick
And never let you go

Reaching for the prize but it's too late
It's gone
Grasping for the trophy, but it's too late
It's gone

And when the flames subside
We'll send those machines out to sea
Chances are, we'll be sending you with them


Lyrics submitted by marginxxwalker

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