Porcupine Defense
War Child
Picked apart by hungry bird beaks Mama doesn't look very pretty with out her skin Run, the last word frozen on his face Papa didn't get very far without his limbs Roofless home burned, nowhere else to go No milk or wine from her breast, just blackened snowWhen there is nothing left no one wins They took everything you had, and left you for dead Blood on your hands a hundred generations deepIf this is what made you a man, what kind of man will you be ?Little hands hold indifferent machines It takes you four fingers just to pull the trigger Just to pull the triggerYou have nothing but revenge You have nothing but revenge War child War child War child War child War childWho will cry for you? who will cry for you? War child Who will cry for you? War child I will cry for you
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