fate is an elegant cold hearted whore
In this dream that I had....
"You can't kill heroes"
That’s what we said to them
"You can't kill us"
With our instruments
Broken before us
And the boys in the line
They begin to count to five
And the trigger pulls
The bullets pepper
The brick wall
Behind our heads
And the smoke
It fills the air
The captain yells to cease fire
And the squad begins
To wait and stare
As the dust clears the air,
But we're still standing
With smiles on both our faces
We spit their faulty ammo
To the ground
And remind them once again
With smiles on both our faces
We spit their faulty ammo
To the ground
And remind them once again
That you can't kill heroes
But it was just
a dream I had.