Lamb Field by NAMES

We'll sleep alone along the lake in stormy weather
Arm and arm we hold ourselves tightly together
Disguised ourselves from aeroplanes
Digging tunnels through the mountain range

They seem to know every move we make before it happens
Between each single drop of rain I can hear them laughing
We had to throw ourselves on hand grenades
I fill my pocket with their imprinted names

We painted stripes along the sides of every barrel
Went from being civilized men to running feral
Seeing so many people in so much pain
Our lives are soaked in dioxin rain

We came to win
Breathe it in breathe it in

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