AWOL (State Of The Union)

Come walk with us as we spiral down to hell
Knowing for certain that this would never sell
Clear is the fog, yet we still remain here
Facing our fears, but surpassed by our peers

Here to stay, in our strange way
Honor consuming when failure is looming
Much to your dismay

Stuck in those trenches behind enemy lies
Our fallen allies refused to see the signs
Public execution for non-existent crimes

Here to stay, in our strange way
Honor consuming when failure is looming
Much to your dismay

Soldiers of fortune adrift and distorted
Here to make you pay

Reverence comes at the price of short devotion
Defied briefly but admiration brings the demotion
Feel my hate as it flows like the ocean
In the front lines of war fought with sonic emotion

Here to stay, in our strange way
Honor consuming when failure is looming
Much to your dismay
Bring forth your judgement day