bombshell lullaby

you're the man in command;
you make all the warplanes fly...
sing all the kids sound asleep
with your bombshell lullaby...
here's a leg, an arm, a head lying in a pile
here's your results, your dirty work,
this used to be a child.
you are no god, you are no friend,
I hate your beady eyes.
not a leader of any men,
but a lord over the flies.
the noise lulls her to sleep.
her soul is not hers to keep.
and if she dies before she wakes,
she dies for one man's sake;
she'll die for his mistake,
and it's more than I can...
you're a liar, illiterate,
a feckless schoolyard bully.
how many died for your stupid pride,
you selfish little boy.
you're a fraud, you petty man;
please let me be clear:
you're the threat, you murderer;
you're the only terror here.
daddy
understands,
but
your
army's
in
such
a
mess.
offer
revenge,
offer
nothing.

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