〤 〤 〤 The ocean, is on fire. The sky turned dark again. As the boats came in. And the beaches stretched out with soldiers with their arms and guns. It has just begun. Believe, you want this. Believe, I want this too. Why won't you tell me that it's almost over? Why must this tear my head inside out? And the houses laid out like targets with the deafening sound, we watched them all go down. And the families now useless bodies. They lay still black and blue. A gift from us to you.