Shhh
War makes such beautiful orphans

They dressed you up in flags and pride
And sent you where the angels died
Your mother cried in grayscale dreams
But bullets don’t care for screams

March in time, kiss the dirt
Praise the throne that feeds you hurt

I am the end behind your breath
The silk in scars, the crown of death
I kiss your soul through blood and smoke
You call it war, I call it home

Taught to kill before you kissed
Taught to bleed before you missed
You prayed to kings who sell your bones
And carved your name in crumbling thrones

Raise your glass for the brave who rot
Salute the silence they forgot

You bled for men who burned your name
Died in wars that stayed the same
I never lied, I never begged
But you still crawl to kiss my legs

I am the end behind your breath
The silk in scars, the crown of death
I kiss your soul through blood and smoke
You call it war, I call it home

You won’t miss the morning Sun
I’ve made sure it never comes