There is an old folk story told
since the days when time began.
There is a man from distant cities
who has seen the light.
So pretty as it shines from buildings,
scratching at the sky.
Blisters and boils infest my skin.
Children of war feed on the myths.
Taught to deny, raised to neglect.
The human way, consume and forget.
My hands have held the shards like dreams.
I found so many.
Broken, scattered in the sand.
As if the promise that we too might shine
one day, was risen from the
thirsty-lost-forsaken ashes of this land.
Blisters and boils infest my skin
Children of war feed on the myths
Taught to deny, raised to neglect.
The human way, consume and forget.
The sun, a star we used to pray to,
has found our weakness.
Prying at my thirst.
It's a trait I struggle to suppress.
For with each drink, I'm not impressed.
The more I crave, it leads me to resent.
Sign your names to ol' Immortan Joe,
so we can reach the gates
eternal shiny and chrome.
W-A-R B-O-Y
We ride into battle with our heads held high.
To the death we ride,
but we're never gonna shine again.
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