I fear the flag of defeat,i can pick out its colors(blood red, pale white).
Waving on battlefields that have not yet seen war. and even though you cant see them,
The stench of corpses fills the air, for centuries on end! i fear the sent of her skin i can pick out it's smell.
Reminiscent of what has been, my self-devastation.
And even though you cant see my scars, i've been cut over and over, for years on end!
It's hard to fall, to dare to starve, you have to learn to love the floor.
It's easy to survive, but hard to stay
alive!
I fear the flag of defeat, and i can pick out it's colors(blood red, pale white) tired torn down, but still hanging higher than us Waving on battlefields that has not seen war. it's hard to fall, to dare to starve, you have to want to suffer, and fall in love with the floor, it's easy to survive, but hard to stay alive!