Please, Only In Your Dreams

Farewell to War, a good poetry theme I'm sure, but to be quite candid And completely honest, how else Will they continue to control us, the masses? And when all else fails, Air Raid sirens will call. Isn't apathy the mechanism of the machine? Isn't fear generated to control? War's dark shadow stretches far and wide The watermark isn't even at that floodgate. As people, we're not even allowed to vent Or to gather in numbers many Unless it's an organised licensed event Tax-paid to some corrupt government official. Farewell to War, farewell, farewell to your clothes Farewell to your loved ones Farewell to your darling homes, farewell to War, Farewell to prophets and payer books Please, only in your dreams. Apathetic dreams while paying taxes to the Marines For nuclear submarines with amphibious tears It takes feats of bravery to never fall in line To be a conscientious objector and never, And never have blood on your hands. Sin is an endless pit ladder. Why are-you-always-crying? Why is someone always dying? Don't you want to be my friend? Sin is an endless pit ladder. A battlefield, a carcass putrefying I don't want to speak to be oversimplifying. But you and they can't hold everything in. That's why there's so many people dying Don't want to be your friend in the end?