we must play our lives like soldiers in the field
but life is short i'm running faster all the time
Killing Joke
strength and beauty destined to decay
so cut the rose in full bloom
'til the fearless come and the act is done
a love like blood, a love like blood
love and hate fight with burning hearts
'til legends live and man is god again
(and self-preservation rules the day no more)
we must dream of promised lands and fields
that never fade in season
as we move towards no end we learn to die
red tears are shed on grey