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Warpainting <\/b>-<\/b><\/a> The Myrrors<\/b>Cast away across this ancient landThe desert heat burns the eastern sandFever falls and it starts to take holdAsphalt blood worth its weight in goldThe battle cries echo through the stonesA thousand men and children far from homeFighting for them that would not fightForsake all concepts of what's wrong and rightHistory repeats or so prophecies sayTomorrow's bloodshed are our failures todayNo man raising up his hands in protestTo think we thought our government knew bestPainting devils on the eyes of our youthSo many words yet so little in truthToo much talk but when will you moveIt's at the point where we have little to loseAnd they crest the hill so savage and wildThey scorch the land and every woman and childThrough the deserts, they slip into the nightAnd they die<\/i><\/div>\n\n <\/i>\n