The Last March

I thought I would post this lyric/poem, whatever you want to call it. I found this written in my agenda from last year, while I looked for my lost lyrics/poems. I made some adjustments, nothing big.

With all these diseases;
Infecting
All our minds with all these lies,
Obliged to do
What you wouldn't normally do,
Indulge, creativeness,
All is gone just as bliss,
Everyone feels discrete,
And the importance to keep this underground.

Keeping secret; to yourselves,
Destroying yourselves and the world around; everyone.

Fill the blank with your name, sign,
But when your names taken away,
How do you feel?
What does your mind tell you to feel?
All the blood rushing to your head,
All your veins starting to expand; explode,
During the war, stripped to pieces,
Honor what?!
Fill the blank, when your names taken away,
Spit, chew, true to say 'what is in your head?'
All the honor turning to dust; fade!
Spit the truth, yell, take it back,
Everything that was taken from you,
Push to the limit, words hurt,
But it's no time to yell words,
Fill the blank, when your names taken away.

Continue to put yourself out,
And you'll remain unknown, forgotten,
Words will deceive, people will betray,
Another day filled with blood and death,
Another cause, a heart attack, a broken dream,
Casualties,
Live and die, with the cross
Engraved on their chests.

Names printed, symbols,
Buried with their national flag,
A cold day, a cold view on everything,
Here lies the one you loved and followed,
Why do the good die young and the bad live longer?
How is there good without any evil?
How is there evil without any good?

Keep everything to yourself,
And you will bring the entire world to an end.

Innocents losing lives
Because they have been raised
To question the truth,
And all your worries
Embellished and buried,
Everything strikes at the same time,
Power to the people,
Find it in your soul,
Honor's not what you think it used to be,
You'll always need more,
Always want more.

Residents, obliterated,
Monuments, shot and destroyed,
Curse because you hate it,
Hurting some more,
Concerning us all,
Hatred and love,
Symmetry; a sentimental eclipse,
Within the eye of the sun, their ruler,
Helen, only a figment of our imagination.

A marking, a ruler,
A lie, a traitor,
Betray us in the end,
A nail on the coffin,
Hammer it down,
Striking it again and again and again
Until the pain is rusted,
Until the lies are buried,
Along with your mistakes.

Your decisions, our suffering,
Your words, our curse,
Everything you do, killing us in the end,
Incidents, accidents,
Covering your tracks,
Your sacrifice? This is honor?
Who's honor?