Packaged in a full-color, four panel wallet with a lyric insert. Album artwork by Nate Rendulich.
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You cry out to your mom, even though she’s twenty five hundred miles from your arms.
You’re 18 disarming bombs, to save the kids of the future, the sons and daughters.
When they called you to arms, they made you feel like the whole world, like the whole world was gone.
You ran you ran you made yourself a little hole into the ground, so you wouldn’t be scared of the sounds.
Oh God was it my fault, oh God was it my fault.
Between you and me, I owe your family and apology. I’m so I’m so sorry.
You cry out to your son, even though he’s miles and miles and miles from home.
He’s just a boy, so who’s the monster in this? I blame logistics, what about the sons and daughters?
And they played their bagpipes like it was always in your interest to listen.
And I stood up and called them liars, blinded with rage, but I listened anyway.
I tied ribbons and taught you not to cross them, and with a glaze in your eyes you complied.
I’m often thinking what you were thinking that night, and how I’ve paid the price with your life.
And now I know, you owe it to yourself, to do exactly what you want to do, what you’re born to do, this takes time, this takes time.
You never got those chances when standing in my messes. It takes time, it takes time.