Attrition - Remastered

With these ways I behold
Tales of deep seated woe
Of torn capacity to love
Beneath the steel housed above

But now the trench has grown cold
With death's bile and lost souls
The dead export still
The rank they had at their kill

The armour's quiet for our eyes
Yeah we were lucky we lived through the lies
Where gilts of love were despised
Yeah we were lucky we lived through the lies

Cadavers locked in love
Contorted from the mud
His head tests his mate's own strength
No time for tears for the dead
Oh lucky fate hit him
Lucky it was him
Oh lucky fate hit him
Lucky it was him

Cadavers locked in love
Contorted from the mud
I saw a picture from the war
A war that my brother saw
A body twisted grim
The smile that said it was him



Credits
Writer(s): Adam John Domack
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