Wednesday, May 18th 1994
Does anyone remember what all of this fighting's for?
All this senseless blood shed, all this fucking death
You oly know statistics who now take their dying breath
Can anyone see an end to this putrid fucking war?
Does it now seem any closer than it did the year before?
A year has now gone by and the battlefield's still red
The only thing that's changed is the number of the dead
All of the children born in bloodshed will be lucky to survive
Will they be just more than memories when it's 1995?
The battlefield's still red
They call it
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