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Cost of War

by The Frankl Project

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1.
It begins when you’re out of time Found the Rhythm but forgot your line But you keep on going because nobody knows you’ve lost your mind. Fast forward to a Sunday morning Can’t wake up and without a warning You see how quickly life unwinds But tonight, you know that I’d be dancing on your grave If I wasn’t already rolling in mine. Stopped up, block it out This is what we’re all about Benign intervention knowing that just let me mention How a world wide decline, has started to define, the way we view ourselves in America divine. We’ve got Jesus preaching on every corner As Bush is building his new world order That we can’t see cause of our disorder Our pride has stretched beyond all borders. We drop beats not bombs, watch as we explode from the mode with no qualms Not to be confused with those singing psalms With smoke clouds rising, big brother is devising A way to keep the masses happy and smiling. We block out the truth with depictions of reality That seek to separate consequence from causality Well it doesn’t make any sense, living our lives in one hour segments. And in a world where justice is dead, we beg for our idols and worship our bread We’re watching the fall from our TV sets, kidnapped by the airwaves our faithless regrets.
2.
Tides of change, blow in with the rain but We can’t see them cause we’re swept under the waves Beached on shore like drunken whales, whet our blubber and we sail On through life like nothing is wrong, then we put it in a song When nobody asks us why. Because life seems so much colder in the middle of a storm Like some wounded outcast simply dying to be warm Its like there’s no use trying, your mouth’s open in the rain Mistakes of the past keep on beating on your brain. And you can’t stop thinking about the simple life on shore, Nobody to torture and everybody’s bored But now you’re down, kicked around, washed up by the waves And you can’t go back because you know what they say It’s happened once again, I’m stuck in the middle I’m headed towards the bottom but I’m looking towards the top Cause the light there is shining but the dark is so inviting I’m stuck in the middle… I’m drowning. Tides of change, blow in with the rain but We can’t see them cause we’re swept under the waves Beached on shore like drunken whales, whet our blubber and we sail On through life like nothing is wrong, then we put it in a song With these letters home, where nothing is known, now its coming back for you.
3.
Home Tonight 02:53
Alone on the corner of Taft and Vine, darkened windows over my shoulder Wishing I hadn’t come this time, the night is late and you’re getting older But alone you sleep in an unmade bed, Words still pounding inside your head Am I alive or am I dead, the night seems so much colder. And I can’t see the streetlights coming, like life they pass me by I’m sleeping on a cloud of ignorance, and in my dreams I try I’ve been trying to get up, to pull myself out of the lie Don’t wait up for me; I’m not coming home tonight Well its 3 a.m. and the cars are gone, I’ve taken rest under your window I watch the dew as it hits the lawn, your light is on but it doesn’t show Because you hide it deep with what you feel Words reflecting inside the steel Around your heart I know its real Tonight you lay me low No I’m not coming home, I’m never going back Tonight I sleep among the weeds, and I can’t pull up the slack Because you left me here, went to sleep, to dream of what I was So now I sleep below you, in these wooden walls I trust In no one but me
4.
It’s a sick sense of justice when the poor beg the poor Standing on street corners hungry for more That wont feed their stomachs, its not what they need Can’t eat our money, we’re starved in our greed And thirsting for a taste of freedom, but drowning in it everyday Its time for a change of pace from this breakneck lifestyle Where all our feelings just get in the way Of corporate success so we can build a fake smile With copper pennies I earned yesterday But maybe this small change can buy me a one-way ticket to L.A. And out of the flames that lick our feet as we lick our lips At the thought of an answer at our fingertips And we’re playing this song, though the melodies all wrong As its played upon sidewalks from dusk until dawn It’s a means to an end, but this lifestyle my friend Has carved out a distance that these lyrics can’t mend
5.
Another soldier being used for someone else’s point of view He is seeing things through his closed eyes, living life inside his mind Where everything is unglued Soapbox Soldier drop your guns and come into the light Choirs of angels call your name but they don’t ask you to fight (that don’t mean that you’re right) Bitter cold he stands in silence, crimson stained into his nails All his prayers answered by violence, and finding fault with fallen angels Soapbox Soldier, no one’s bolder, devil grinning on your shoulder You’re finding fault with fallen angels
6.
Cost of War 04:36
Yet another day of people coming up to me and saying we should go to war But this makes me wonder if peace and human rights are what we’re fighting for Because everyday we’re seeing people dying in the night Another helpless victim unknowing of the fight But we’re destroying the heathens at an even faster pace I guess it’s worth destruction of our entire race And I guess that it’s the cost of war and there will be many more. I ask you what’s the price of life and is it paid for in the strife? I ask you what’s the cost of war, just another open sore On the face of human kind just trying to survive Don’t listen to what they say or teach the children anyway they’re only writing songs But to make sure that our kids never listen we will tell them that it’s wrong So take up your guns, yes take up your arms We must destroy those who stray from our moral norms But it’s true, as they say, that ignorance is bliss And if they started learning then we can’t go on like this. Then they will know the cost of war and those who came before And there will be no price to life, no purpose for our strife We will become the cost of war and the burdens that we bore Cannot replace what was inside, lost with their lives.
7.
Well I can see it now as the clowns go passing by The circus continues but the big top’s gone awry And the dancers keep on dancing as the looming organ sings Each body writhing as the hammers hit the strings. We’ve lost the guise of prosperity, this isn’t our society In the land of opportunity nothings left for you and me Just these empty shards, but the future is ours But it’s a black hole, its too late, we’re stuck inside our minds It’s an endless tunnel with no lights, and ever waning inside A glimpse of that one last parade as it passes by The shouts drown out as the crowds surround and they scream that something’s gone awry Now here we go again, straight to oblivion, Humanity, insanity And I don’t think I can make it my friend They call it equality, I call it a tragedy I guess this is the end of all we knew and what was right So we’ll bask in new morning glow as our lives fade into the night We’ve lost the guise of prosperity, this isn’t our society In the land of opportunity nothings left for you and me When I look back I choke, then I think maybe there is hope. Salvation comes to those who wait I think its come too late.

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released April 22, 2004

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