THE GOOD SOLDIER

gun fire in the street where we used to meet echoes out a beat and the bass goes bomb right over my head step over the dead remember what you said you know, the part about life is just a waking dream i know what you mean but that ain't how it seems right here and now how can all this be real i can barely feel anymore i am trying to see i am trying to believe this is not where i should be i am trying to believe blood hardens in the sand cold metal in my hand maybe help you understand the way that things will be there's nowhere left to hide cause god is on our side i keep telling myself i am trying to see i am trying to believe this is not where i should be i am trying to believe