Songtext von Still Sick (Years After the Draft)

On the catapult you're still alive, the tar rests deeper inside A gift, a wound that's wrapped and proud the highlight of your tour The end came quickly with war we're left with billions of open sores limbs gone, infections, addictions, injections made babies born blind and weak Melting in the sweat of agent orange every day the hook is horse and threats, now being sentenced to a field and short were the changes in air like stacks that are rising through cases of stairs The lights in the city reflect on the levy phrased illness you know once again And the guards were yelling our names As we pushed their hands away We're cowards, we're dead if we don't Kill the ones maintaining the waste