| Disguised Tragedy |


The Tiny Little PlanetSignificance in the universe is hard to achieve The velvet sound of music can never deceive Mother Nature herself would seem so naive The crunching of leaves says Spring, we'll receive Although some still stay stubborn in accepting friendless grieve We're not all alone is what I'll believeThe Tiny Little Planet


The BarrierSecond battalion; infantry line The front lines protect their poor, condemned souls As bodies they lay, in bloody foxholes Their mighty grenades and missiles are fine My dusty AK' jams all the damn time Their AC130s are on patrol I don't stand a chance, to shelters I roll They destroy land; ignore the church's chime They don't understand the pain that we know They can't comprehend the carnage we suffer All they here now is "oil" and they go Soldier's feet stomp; kick dust as winds blow War only figures which soldier is tougher As my comrades rot, grenades I still thThe Barrier