We kill to confine.
This bruise colored life's just a sacrifice.
Ten days, nine nights of martial law puning it's last straw.
They're lying face down as the Fighting News bleed.
One foot forward like typing out with no return.
Arrows point to Kwangju nut no exits exist and Yun Sang Won is just a still life hanging inside Provincial Hall.
It's an internal conflict with no outside a**istance as U.S. ships stand witness offshores.
We'll sing these songs because they're all we know.
Woken to noise, we have yet to sleep.
This bruise colored life's just a sacrifice.
Ten days, nine nights of martial law puning it's last straw.
They're lying face down as the Fighting News bleed.
One foot forward like typing out with no return.
Arrows point to Kwangju nut no exits exist and Yun Sang Won is just a still life hanging inside Provincial Hall.
It's an internal conflict with no outside a**istance as U.S. ships stand witness offshores.
We'll sing these songs because they're all we know.
Woken to noise, we have yet to sleep.