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