and its a long way away from home now,
weve all been lost, now we steer alone, how
it seems time has passed,
but really which one of us stopped to check a watch last

water level's rising, im standing on my own horizon,
looking through the mirror realizing, this wasnt my only choice
i could have stopped, understood the importance of timing

i try to see the silver lining, among redefining my life goals, realigning
and redesigning the things that meant most to me
i was a farm boy, now im struggling to see

in the dust of the desert now im breathing heavily
in the heat from the helmet to the boots on my feet
feeling dizzy in my head like im trapped in a dream
what was a farm boy is now a militant machine




the future you have tomorrow,
will not be the same future you had yesterday
but you took away your chance to swallow,
any words when you signed your name on that page




its a new war, theres no men in uniform
you fight the poor at the steps of their own doors
what the fuck do you take me for,
i was born way before they stepped into the storm

and i grew up, two decades, nothing has changed
new name, new place, still were on the same page
but if my past taught me anything real,
fuck the future, the present dictates how i feel

i was raised on a small nebraska farm
grew food and some income, never asked for harm
but corporations, big business multinational
saw cash in our land and decided that the rational

thing to do, was to sue through the loopholes
they got the power, lobbyists write the new rules
with the money they invest in our congress
if corporations were people we would have em locked up

and the money they spend taking from people like my father
who was saving his own trying to put me through college
put him in debt, still i yearned for education
got a promise and handshake, i signed the registration



the future you have tomorrow,
will not be the same future you had yesterday
but you took away your chance to swallow,
any words when you signed your name on that page


yes sir, M4 fully auto
uniform ready, rations that i swallow
in my ruck sack, night vision, gas mask,
wont stop when the flags at half mast


trigger finger ready, either them or me so imma keep it steady
i want blood spraying out like its confetti
ill try to color the world with my own eyes
if not, im not surprised, i crossed my old lines

i dip to side of the alley to the left
heart beating in my head, only breath in my chest
theres a figure round the corner holding something in its hand
took position with the stand instinct of a man

my body armor heats up, better than a bullet
matter of fact, its about time to pull it
crosshairs centered across the hair, enter
the 5.56 by 45 through the window

direct hit, objects fall through the mist
my squad tries to stop me, im not convinced
that what i hit is anything but the enemy
till i open my eyes and see a girl of thirteen