Dear Diary I Seem to Be Dead 09.11.01 (seven) Lyrics

Blood has been spilt.
Now plans are being laid.
The attack is being outlined.
We are marching to war.
And we have got to stick together against our common foes.
They're lurking on our streets, hiding in plain sight.
Oil has been spilt.
Now agendas are being made. Clandestine attacks--we are marching to war.
And we have got to stick together against our common foes.
They dwell on our fears, twisting our hearts.
Yes, there are sides: there is a right, and there is a wrong.
And those vengeful puppets--those vengeful puppets--might as well be digging our graves as they dig their own.
We are marching to war.
We're buying their war.