Thrown Away:
I found an army, they keep their heads, down in the trenches,
Puddles of blood scattered on the land, drowned in the inches,
Empty shells, in the playground, they're found on the benches,
Its Christmas morning, gunshots are the sound of the Grinches,
On both sides of the soaked field, each of the shaky hands kill,
Its almost as if the lonely falling raindrops are at a stands still,
Can you see each of the trees in the forest, the lonely wood rots,
Can you stop the destruction, by thinking only good thoughts,
I hear the soldiers chant, holding up what their shoulders can't,
They say in the most monotonous tone, my shoes have no soles,
Our laces no heart, and each of the muddy grooves have no holes,
Play a chess game every knight, each of my moves have no goals,
Weathered Bibles and Korans grasped, in prayer, four hands clasped,
They tell of their wins and losses columns, of their sins and crosses,
They told me they lost at king of the hill, yet their spirit will sing still,
Their bodies filled with ainst of war, they know how a wasp's stings feel,
The art of war, is not always seen as soon as you, start a war,
The part of gore, filling streets, war is what killing greets,
The art of war, give your heart to more, to see down in the trenches,
I want to make a consensus of the men, down in the trenches,
Sentus:
Bullets rippin flesh grab the gun, pull it, grippin death,
By the throat, say goodbye to hope, knife hit the chest,
Fall back slippin, trippin, hit the mud face first,
Drenched in blood, taste dirt, no fuckin place worse,
The trenches are relentless when the gas blows,
Put the mask low within inches and clench it like a last hope,
Save all of your prayers, there’s no god in this earth,
After each shot is dispersed you’re left to rot in the dirt,
This rock is a curse, I don’t wanna fight another night,
Do it for my mother in the sky and the brother at my side,
Some cover up in fright but I will never fuckin hide,
Let them take in my pride, look em straight in the eye,
It’s amazing that I am still able to push through,
The men dyin and limbs flyin to do what I should do,
I put my entire nation on my shoulders till it cracks,
And I still do it for every single soldier at my back,
The art of war, is not always seen as soon as you, start a war,
The part of gore, filling streets, war is what killing greets,
The art of war, give your heart to more, to see down in the trenches,
I want to make a consensus of the men, down in the trenches,
Zu:
While standing down in the trenches I try to regulate and fabricate,
Any form of light that pierces through and then I separate,
Hope from desperate aspects and segregate while I set a date,
For the escape before I get buried under lies like federate-
Tax rates, rating from a second place to an exaggerated pace,
Exactly there is where I should rest my case, but just in case,
My settings race, I use a set of sedates while I’m stepping based-
On my surroundings, the sound is base and they said ‘we'll sent you in,
I’m there and I’m falling in love with her, what I feel is genuine,
But my emotions are on mute, so how do I know how genuine feels?
I try to enter the center leaving the placenta of contempt I’m in, for real,
So you better defend your thin heels, or I’ll offend your ten wheels‘
Cause I simply navigate to a rapid gate where I close my eyes and levitate,
To a different place, I’m still down in the trenches, though,
I’m standing on a thicker end stage and I frown upon the attention, so
I’m not a parable of a Samaritan, so the edible story becomes food for thought,
Questionable arrogance can actually help you view a roots core caught,
In order for you to be confident enough to climb out of a narrow ditch
‘cause my life sometimes resembles that of a pharaoh's glitched,