One dozen losses
Lost more or less
Barefoot we walked and
We walked across glass
Trace full of sorrow
Trace left behind
A dozen dead faces
Are burned in my mind
Answer the question:
Why're we here and where do we go?
We are all volunteers
Right in this moment
Right in a trice
We fly
When everything stirs
Everything blurs
They're killing your thoughts without a word
By killing a night shift soldier
Learn what the cost is
Of being obsessed
Together we talked and
We talked of the past
Trace all the sorrow
Traces we find
We mustn't take paces
Backwards in time
Answer the question:
Why are we here and where do we go?
We're all volunteers
We're all volunteers
When everything stirs
Everything blurs
They're killing your thoughts without a word
By killing a night shift soldier
Without appreciation
There is no sense to see
Despite your arrogance
Inside you must agree
We don't have a choice
Abstracting your voice
Our fellows have no choice
Why can't you just let me be
Why can't you just let me
When everything stirs
Everything blurs
They're killing your thoughts without a word
By killing a night shift soldier
When everything stirs
Everything blurs
They're killing your thoughts without a word
By killing a night shift soldier

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