Dying day

i'm living in a dark and dying day and everything is lost along the way the feeling in my heart is not the same as it was today the pictures of the past are on the wall they'll hang there in the dark...

Going down to the battle site where guns and bullets lay To see the screaming wounded men, it's dying soldiers' day Fight the yellows, fight the reds, shoot all those in sight Fight the wars that were...

A lonely chord's resounding In the hallway of my soul And a drum is slowly pounding Out of my control Falling lonely through the ceiling A water drop does find its way Wounds that never will be...