A Portrait for the Deceased

Piano wire strangling our necks
We are both silenced
And we're sure this does not add up
Still we try and place our bets
We're sure this does not add up
Still we'redying
So make the call
Our people versus yours never did make sense
Your people versus mine
Light me up
It's all too much for me
Never did make sense
We'll go out to sea
The sky was blood red
Images of people dead
Stained with the shadows of our past victims
We're out at sea
We'll float away
Drift away
Our corpses lifeless
Then somehow tell me we made sense