death from the sky
son you better dig or you'll die
shattered bodies hanging off the wire
gaping monsters vomit steel and fire
screaming into the earth
no maniac ever dreamed anything like it
can't you feel it coming?
it's never going to end
my mind is tearing off around the bend
we dug the grave
the guns just shovel on dirt
we are the ones
who feed the guns
my captain wild eyed staring
mouth wide open yelling
what in god's name are those things?
what are they?
creep like living things
infesting every crevice in the ground
straining every nerve
men become hysterical