So Many Mornings

So Many Mornings

Here's the truth.

Drop the jive.

We all just want to stay alive.

And if some fucker has to die,

Why blame the kids who don't say goodbye?

Don't celebrate death.

But don't celebrate pretension:

The kind that says you're without

The human intention to stay alive,

Stay smiling.

While the rest of the world is piling

Its bodies upon your golden dream,

Don't be silent.

Pilot your screams

Of joy,

Of sorrow,

Of the things you hoped for tomorrow.

Who deserves to die?

Who deserves to live?

Who should pay for the horrors that war gives?

Is it he who fights

Or he who stands still?

Or is it the empty god who wills

Man into murder

And murder into joy?

Is it the man who regrets,

Or the ambitious boy?

Is it he who judges without thought,

Or he who takes the war he fought and changes it

Into revolution:

One that may bring the ultimate solution.

Dead is dead.

Life is now.

We got our man.

And he'll get us somehow.

It will never end.

It will never stop until the human intention flops

And buries us all in the ashes

Of humanity's most deadly crashes.