On the catapult you're still alive, the tar rests deeper inside   A gift, a wound that's wrapped and proud   the highlight of your tour   The end came quickly with war   we're left with billions of open sores   limbs gone, infections, addictions, injections   made babies born blind and weak   Melting in the sweat of agent orange every day   the hook is horse and threats, now being sentenced to a field   and short were the changes in air   like stacks that are rising through cases of stairs   The lights in the city reflect on the levy   phrased illness you know once again   And the guards were yelling our names   As we pushed their hands away   We're cowards, we're dead if we don't   Kill the ones maintaining the waste