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