Digging Our Graves
No escape from the trenches.
From the horizon to the darkest corners in our shoes.
From where our feet sink to the shovels on our backs.
They were infinite. We made them infinite.
The deafening mechanical ticking of machine guns
Making their tricks in the ground or in the caverns of its victim.
Endless drone.
It was infinite. We made it infinite.
Dare to escape but there's nowhere else to go.
No Man owned his land playing his devils projection
Of refuge in the blurred firing and sea of red
In between each side's "moral superiority".
It stretched infinitely. We made it infinite.
Cowards are those who try to escape by their own trigger.
But we all have the barrel's cold touch comforting us in our minds.
Those who do succumb to the drone are persecuted.
But they are already dead.
They are infinite. We made them infinite.
We are slaves to each other.
Locked up with the pets of the devil,
Who bite at our fickle flesh.
We taste how we feel.
They bite infinitely. They live infinitely.
Even the seemingly ever-sweet air has gone to war.
Her dancing wind will not bring reminiscing memories anymore.
Her fate had gone to the breath of the devil while we are left wondering
What lie she left us for.
She used to be infinite. We needed her to be infinite.
Minds fall and trip into the crevices of psychedelic insanity.
Boys die without ever living.
God only knows what we are fighting for.
God is infinite. He made us finite.