-D'ya know what I just realized? 
-Hm 

He ain’t thick, its just a trick 

-Ya that’s good 
-Hm 
-Should we uhh play the whole lot now? 

Their arms have been steel 
Their blood, the oil of machinery 
Their bodies are the ballast of war 
Their souls are the blast of it 
The power, the trickle of hope 
The dreamy eyed bodies of lost time 

Too many to respect 
Too many to feel 
Too many to know 
Too many to remember 

The distorted and the burnt 
And the scarred 
And the torn 
And the squashed 
And the cut 
And the forgotten 

Body, and flesh, and energy 
The last makings of the future 
Upon green banks of unseen battlefields 
How quaint a tribute to such savage slaughter 
Those young boys have been denied 
The chance to realize and to become 
They, too might have been standing here 
I carry these bodies from the poppy fields 
I lay them before you 
Is this shame that you, too shall rot