See, this kind of thing is why I need silly vampires to cheer me up. This is a song about war--everyone needs to write at least one protest song, right? And so I have. Like all my other songs, this has a tune, so I promise the rhythms work in their rightful context.

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with the last of the double-breasted coats
no more faithfully kept oaths
no more brass buttons to shine

there was the glory and the honor
but now we're left with only horror
one by one, shot down the line

this is death
one last breath
one man left
all our souls bereft
for the angels to steal

we have our heroes and cowards
but it's all turning sour
no more innocent dreams

with the cavalry and swords
gone are all our fine words
all slain despite the sun, it seems

this is death
one last breath
one man left
all our souls bereft
for the angels to heal (to steal)

optimism, cynicism
it's all the same from here
jealousy, zealotry
no longer, no longer, no longer clear

cut

this is death
one last breath
one man leftfor all our souls, all our souls, all our souls now,
bereft
for the angels to steal