The Old lies

Massacre, all it is , is a massacre
So drag me to the slaughterhouse
Relieve me of my sorrow, my pain, my pride
How I miss the old lies

I watch, one by one
As my comrades tumble and fall
The red liquid of life seeping put of their limp bodies
This massive genocide haunts me
Oh how I miss the Lies!

I sit crouched down in this damp claustrophobic space
Counting, waiting, hoping
How many days? Months? Years?
These sleepless nights, the dreadful insomnia
The gruesome reality, the macabre, the horror.
Oh how I long to hear the lies!

This massive cemetery for lost souls.
The faceless ones, the ones who died without a name.
Bombarded by bullets or drowning in a sickly green
The shells dancing playfully. Claiming this as there playground.
Death has never seemed so tempting..
Oh how I Long to hear the lies

Lie to me! Please god Lie to me!
Help me escape this fate.
This Sick, merciless truth portrayed as 'Justice'
This meaningless battle for 'Pride'

Deceive me!
Tell me I am still alive!
Convince me we are 'Victorious'
Weep not for the dead, forget their selfless acts of 'courage'
Just leave them in the dust
And recite to me.
The old lies...