Pennywise - 18 Soldiers Lyrics



18 Soldiers five days away
Caged in silence lying awake
Ragged tirades are dead at the stake
Raging sirens but nobody pays
We got nothing but time
Overacting out in cynical times
When the rain starts coming down
The search for absolution is dry
18 fathers visit the graves
Locked in violence resigned to their fate
Fallen Idols are cracked at the base
Hollow silence alone in their place
Retaliation is blind
With underestimated losses of life
And the stains of blood are bold
And visible beneath the divide
We're caught up in it we can't forget it
Forget your losses and don't regret it




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Pennywise 18 Soldiers Comments
  1. Лисий 412R

    18 Soldiers five days away
    Caged in silence lying awake
    Ragged tirades are dead at the stake
    Raging sirens but nobody pays

    We got nothing but time
    Overacting out in cynical times
    When the rain starts coming down
    The search for absolution is dry

    (We're caught up in it we can't forget it
    Forget your losses and don't regret it)

    18 fathers visit the graves
    Locked in violence resigned to their fate
    Fallen Idols are cracked at the base
    Hollow silence alone in their place

    We got nothing but time
    Overacting out in cynical times
    When the rain starts coming down
    The search for absolution is dry

    Retaliation is blind
    With underestimated losses of life
    And the stains of blood are bold
    And visible beneath the divide

    (We're caught up in it we can't forget it
    Forget your losses and don't regret it)

    18 Soldiers five days away
    Caged in silence lying awake
    Ragged tirades are dead at the stake
    Raging sirens but nobody pays

    We got nothing but time
    Overacting out in cynical times
    When the rain starts coming down
    The search for absolution is dry

  2. Kafre80

    18 Soldiers five days away

    Caged in silence lying awake

    Ragged tirades are dead at the stake

    Raging sirens but nobody pays

    We got nothing but time

    Overacting out in cynical times

    When the rain starts coming down

    The search for absolution is dry

    18 fathers visit the graves

    Locked in violence resigned to their fate

    Fallen Idols are cracked at the base

    Hollow silence alone in their place

    Retaliation is blind

    With underestimated losses of life

    And the stains of blood are bold

    And visible beneath the divide

    We're caught up in it we can't forget it

    Forget your losses and don't regret it