Into Dust
by Deal With It· from Eyjafjallajökull
Phantasmic truth that rewrites the past
Where death camp shadows lay
Do you know what we do to each other
Day after fruitless day
I can't help but think that history
Won't look upon us favourably
But through the eyes of tomorrow
The past fades inexorably
To the victor goes the spoils
And the chance to rewrite it all
So ready to live in the moment
We never see
We wave our flag and cheer
But don't think of history
When we're dead and buried
What kind of world will be left behind
Exhuming the mass grave
What will the future find?
The stories our grandchildren hear
Will tell of how we tried
The eyes of tomorrow
Will never know how much we lied
The enemy is the story you've not been told
And i feel my eyes turn into dust