We stand waiting for a break in line,
Staring the thousand yards at our spines
Through BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM violent hues in bloom;
Metallic rain that levels the pines.

The captain calls out over the sounds,
To send another out to the hounds,
BOOM-BOOM the bombs crawl, BOOM-BOOM and they fall;
No more will I see them above ground.

Hearing my name sends ice through my veins
I breathe deep and embrace the insane,
A last act of violence, sulfured silence;
I hear nothing, nor shall I again.