Stolen

Sipping from liquid courage
Wrists dripping crimson liberty
You want it all to end
but you're too strong to say goodbye
and you can't even fucking cry
The veneer you wear fade and tarnish
what happened to the men we used to be?
Nihilistic, happy-go-lucky, warrior breed
nothing left of those old revolutionaries
Uncle Sam and love robbed us of the rest
Now we are just men. Weak, frail men.
Sinful passions and bloody battles
so far behind, how I miss the smell
the smell of gravel, blood, and victory
the feel of purpose, of love, of struggle
The way we used to take what we need, and think nothing less
the way we wore it, words like hooligan and communist
Stolen from us, was our chance at salvation
sacrificed for another, who just let you bleed
Stolen from us, was our true calling
sacrificed for a chance at seeing age thirty-one
We shall never be... those old revolutionaries.
Once more.