18 Soldiers five days away   Caged in silence lying awake   Ragged tirades are dead at the stake   Raging sirens but nobody pays   We got nothing but time   Overacting out in cynical times   When the rain starts coming down   The search for absolution is dry   18 fathers visit the graves   Locked in violence resigned to their fate   Fallen Idols are cracked at the base   Hollow silence alone in their place   Retaliation is blind   With underestimated losses of life   And the stains of blood are bold   And visible beneath the divide   We're caught up in it we can't forget it   Forget your losses and don't regret it