English Bones…

If its English Bones I crawl from, take me to the legacy of the dead,

A rose grew from poignant soil, is the soldier's grave his bed?

Sleep tight soldier boy, your coffin is the place where the innocent pay,

The glory you faced, the debt they paid, this is history on a bleeding page.

I may be a decorated ghost,

However, I was a frightened soul,

Truth is, patriotism was fear alone, but I was carrying english bones...

Pressured into the propaganda machine,

Your country needs you, they were selling a dream!

Stories were written then wrapped up a Friday night treat,

Tears from the sky broke the land, now we're homeless on the streets.

Were my english bones not enough? Was my death a price too much?

I take a look around and there's no respect, religion is dying and science is stuck.

Social confusion,

Mass pollution,

Same illusion,

But no solution!

Such a frustration,

Just eat consumption,

Technology restrictions,

War was a numb sedation!

The young today choking on education,

Statistics show it's communist manipulation,

Read all about it!

Read all about it!

Headlines read, government sell corruption!

Today,

I may be a decorated ghost,

However, I was a frightened soul,

Truth is, patriotism was fear alone,

But I was carrying english bones...

Was the weight worth carrying?

Is today showing me a reason?

Was the death of my friends worth bleeding?

I suppose I will never know,

The weight of my English Bones...