Besides her man she kneels. Holds him tight and begins to cry. Why why why but why. Her loved one's just another piece of meat on the battlefields. Her cries break out into screams.
Death comes by sacred vision not something in the night. Friends dying in crash collision. Hide the cross to be polite. . Hand of death in accusation from the body trapped in the box.
I have tried to understand. I have tried to be a better man. But your world's too hard to see. And your words are killin' me. . I don't ask that much of you.
It might take too long to turn the lights back on. I guess I lay awake, I guess I'll lay here and pray. Could you pour me one more drink? A glass of gasoline.