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isor & doa - tragedies of war lyrics

tragedies of war lyrics
[verse]
an artist sits in front of a blank canvas, glaring at the empty sp+ce
searching for ideas, his mind begins to race
he wants to express the pain that he feels on a daily basis
the tragedies of war the mind refuses to erase
it was 1944, year of the second world war
a young man’s hidden potential lies behind closed doors
blessed with the gift of artistic talent
creating daily masterpieces with a paintbrush swirling every canvas seamless
his dream was to become a famous artist and travel the world
he mapped and plotted every step along the path
unknowingly his life was ‘bout to take a drastic turn
a draft notice broke his every dream in half
so off to war he went, he kissed his mother goodbye for the last time
a tear rolled down his cheek as he knew she was slowly dying
and he couldn’t bear to leave but he didn’t have a choice
that’s what happens when the government takes away your voice
now the paintbrush is replaced with an mp 40
swept into a war zone with no preparation or warning
early morning rifles drills and marching until the night
drill instructors screaming in his face
he had to learn to fight, not only for his country, but also for his sanity
‘cause after the bootcamp when they dropped him in n+z+ germany
he hit the ground on april 5th of 1944
scared to death with no idea of the horror in store
and it was quiet, too quiet, the silence eerie
they moved east along the hillside until they reached a clearing
and (blaow!) shots rang out and the soldiers they started dropping
the man next to him caught one in the chest and fell on top of him
he grabbed his rifle, saw the axis soldiers up ahead
c+cked it back and blasted one of ‘em in the head
he shot a few more then hid behind a bush and reloaded
that’s when twenty feet away from him a hand grenade exploded
he felt the blast take off his arm and both of his legs
and he laid there bleeding for half an hour ’til they came to save him
completely traumatized, he woke up wishing he was dead
the next two years of his life spent in a hospital bed
when he got out, sh+llshocked, couldn’t deal with the pain
but with one arm left, he realized he could still paint
decided to paint a picture of that single day of war
olive green hillsides covered in guts and gore
same cool gray clouds and the sky is tuscan red
a soldier lies in the foreground shot with a musket dead
sunburst yellow reflecting from the sun’s glare
the same single hand grenade flying through the air
and when he stepped back, to look at his creation was unbearable
as painting left handed, he saw the picture was terrible
to symbolize the pain to which his life had been diminished…
he blew his brains all over the canvas and it was finally finished

- isor doa lyrics

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