It’s hard enough to walk
Try learning to extort
We traded in compassion for combat boots
For some of us love’s battlefield is the closest thing to heaven
The only place where angels dance with devils
Birds of a feather flock together
That’s why we travel in squad
Bombs swine diving in the middle of the fight
It doesn’t matter how many sacrifices were made
Always protect the heart
How do you tell someone to not quit under the pressure of love
When cross here becomes crosses that no one can bare
But hand grenades are so much easier to hold then prayers
I don’t know if the Lord can hear us
Over the cries of lost love and broken hearts
Because here wings means not salvation but death
A black hawk becomes a sweet cherry come to tell you that the love is gone
Can you hear the groan
Musical moment where bones
Pop out of sockets
Literally
Every time our feet touch these ground
We are reminded that we’re mortal
But uncle Tom gave us wings
Turned our eyes into missiles
We are the angels of love
We don’t want to break your heart
But we shoot
Because sometimes bullets is the only refuse we have