Trench Slang Lyrics

It's too late for me

Keep running

I remember it all

I had something to make me quake

It's a tribute in blood

For when the horror comes

And the boredom breaks

It's too late to stop the shrieking

When the seething dead

Unrelentingly shake us awake

And we relive it all

But know it never occurred in the first place

Show me your fingers and tell me you haven't been digging to get away

Show me your feet and then tell me you haven't been running

Now it's too late for you

I'm hunting

They say silence is golden

But it's never bought you a thing

And a desperate man's asylum

Becomes his promise ring

And there will be no judgement

For futile flight

I've made mistakes on both sides of this thing

And while war is war

I never loved the war

I only loved its sting

Show me your fingers and tell me you haven't been digging to get away

Show me your feet and then tell me you haven't been running

Tell me with a straight face

Don't tell me

It's confessing time