The Deserter’s Song Radical Face

Skies black, cold and vacant now
I sat on the hillside
The stars up above me
Like pinholes in velvet
I listened to the song
That I hoped I'd never hear

And off behind me
Guns snap like insects
We're fighting for causes
We don't really fathom
But we'll charge ahead
Bloodied hands feed the flames

Their guns all rain down
Say your prayers, fall and run
This is do or die this time
Raise your fist, give 'em hell boys
Let's make them wish they'd never lived

My eyes locked with a boy on the other side
Hands dropped, he stood defenseless
But he wasn't frightened
His face was accepting
But I couldn't pull
I couldn't pull, I couldn't pull