Clear the battlefield and let me see  All the profit from our victory.  You talk of freedom, starving children fall.  Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?     Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?   Did you stand beside the spectral torch?   Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face,  Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.    Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly  We're the victims of your armies' lie,  Where the blades of grass and arrows reign  Then there will be very little sorrow,  Very little pain.    Confusion...will be my epitaph  As I cross a cracked and broken path  If we make it, we can all sit back and laugh.    these lyrics are submitted by burkul