roads.

"soldiers on the road,
are marching hand in hand,
in order to wage war against enemies from afar.
they continue to march,
only to die,
caught within these crazy times.
who knows what the enemies feel,
deep down in thier hearts.
when you're in total darkness,
nothing is visible.
they stand tall on the windblown plains,
counting the number of corpses.
In a plaza the soldiers are dancing in a circle,
but they're running out of time,
in order for them to successful in thier escape.
In order for them,
to prolong thier lives.
Far from the clock tower at the far corner of the world,
rotting shadows,
are strewn throughout the blood reddened fields.
arms, arms, arms linked together.
they're laughing.
soldiers on the road,
are marching hand in hand,
in order to wage war against enemies from afar.
they continue to march,
only to die,
caught within these crazy times.
And they march on,
and on, and on."