The war machine
By Justin Foster

the moon is in the dog's eyes

and it's howling right at me

the mud covers my barefeet

as the war machine is following me

my world is crumbling, the war machine

there is nowhere to hide, the war machine

I must face my fears, the war machine

the war machine, the war machine

is you and me

I can see the soldiers breathe

he has a gun and a razor blade knife

and he is stareing right at me

he sees me but spares my life

there was somthing in his cold black eyes

telling me to stop the machine, the war machine

my world is crumbling, the war machine

there is nowhere to hide, the war machine

I must face my fears, the war machine

the war machine, the war machine is you and me

as I thaw my body in the sun

I see a woman standing there

she reaches here hands out to me

I feel strong and then she dissapears

it's an illusionary vision to tell me

there has got to be a way to stop the machine the war machine

I am a 23 year old college student majoring in biology.