The Price of Failure - Perturbator

Throw your soldiers into positions once there is no escape, and they will prefer death to flight. Hear the sound of the machine gun Hear it echo in the night Mortars firing, rains the scene Scars the fields that once were green It's a stalemate at the front line Where the soldiers rest in mud Rosen houses, all is gone There's no glory to be won Know that many men will suffer Know that many men will die Half a million lives at stake At the fields of Passchendale And as night falls the general calls and the battle carries on I long what is the purpose of it all What's the price of a mile Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march Long way from home, paying the price in young mens lives Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army in despair Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out Thousands of machine guns Get on firing through the night Mortars placed and wreck the scene Guns the fields that once were green Still a dead-lock at the front line Where the soldiers die in mud Rosen, houses since long gone Still no glory has been won Know that many men has suffered Know that many men has died Six miles of ground has been won Half a million men are gone And as the men crawl the general call and the killing carry on I long what was the purpose of it all What's the price of a mile Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march Long way from home, paying the price in young mens lives Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army in despair Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out Young men are dying They pay the price Oh how they suffer So tell me what's the price of a mile That's the price of a mile Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march Long way from home, paying the price in young mens lives Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army in despair Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march Long way from home, paying the price in young mens lives Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army in despair Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march Long way from home, paying the price in young mens lives Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army in despair Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march Long way from home, paying the price in young mens lives Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army in despair Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out

Bring out your dead Bring me their heads An execution is at hand These are you false prophets selling you Armageddon These are the ones who are telling you that you are safe These are the ones who are taking your life away Day by day we cleanse the world of evil Yet, the blood is still on our hands Buried beneath the prayers of dead men And when there's nothing left There will be no one left to peel the guilt from our backs A flaw so fatal to our own survival Failure in the flesh Day by day we cleanse the world of evil Yet, the blood is still on our hands

Everyone knows the price of regret Things in life we never forget Haunted by what we've done wrong Yearning for the pain to be gone Some hide in a bottle and some die in vain Some wave a Bible and some just go insane Lay down your judgement or lay down your shame We're all God's children and we all breathe the same You're black and I'm white You're blinded by sight Close your eyes and tell me the color of my skin If we let today just pass away Without kindness and forgiveness, there's no light Everyone's broken, oh, everyone's scarred All the things we needed wind up in the yard Brothers and sisters, I mean you no harm Healing's waiting in each other's arms You're black and I'm white You're blinded by sight Close your eyes and tell me the color of my skin If we let today just pass away Without kindness and forgiveness, there's no light Everyone knows the price of regret Things in life we never forget

I grew where I was planted But I never felt at home My head was filled with questions And my feet, they long to roam My arms reached out like branches But my heart just couldn't stay I left the moment that I could A prisoner of the highway I passed by farms and trailers As I drove through little towns I found trouble in the city I never set my suitcase down And in those empty alleys Where retaining walls decay I just kept a-moving As a prisoner of the highway Ooh, and I don't know where I'm headed Ooh, and I don't know where it ends Well, the wind, it felt like freedom As it whipped through my hair I was everywhere and everyone I was nobody and nowhere Oh, the map was written on my hand And in my DNA I believe that I was meant to be A prisoner of the highway Had chains around my ankles Handcuffs on my wrists I was haunted by decisions And simple things I missed Dear God, why do I wander? Was I born this way? And I prayed He would release me As a prisoner of the highway Ooh, and I don't know where I'm headed Ooh, and I don't know where it ends I sacrificed my family Sacrificed true love I sacrificed my unborn child To the heavens up above Oh, there was not a limit To those I would betray Oh, I was deep down in it As a prisoner of the highway I just kept a-moving As a prisoner of the highway (Highway, ooh)