18 Soldiers Songtext
von Pennywise

Eighteen Soldiers five days away
Caged in silence lying awake
Ragged tirades are dead at the stake
Raging sirens but nobody pays

We got nothing but time
Overacting out in cynical times
When the rain starts coming down the search for absolution is dry
Your right

Eighteen fathers visit the graves
Locked in violence resigned to their fate
Fallen Idols are cracked at the base
Hollow silence alone in their place

We got nothing but time
Overacting out in cynical times
When the rain starts coming down the search for absolution is dry


Retaliation is blind
With underestimated losses of life
And the stains of blood are bold
And visible beneath the divide
Your right

Eighteen Soldiers five days away
Caged in silence lying awake
Ragged tirades are dead at the stake
Raging sirens but nobody pays

We got nothing but time
Overacting out in cynical times
When the rain starts coming down the search for absolution is dry

We got nothing but time
Overacting out in cynical times
When the rain starts coming down the search for absolution is dry
Well alright