Testo di Shiloh

Can you feel it through the silence A cry for prudence that will not be heard Another call to raise a fire A proposition that will not return Just like in war where nothing changes We're pacified And as before we burn our bridges Still dead inside An air of menace so familiar Just a solution without a cause It's jingoism without a vision Abject denial of the prescient flaws Moving out into the fire Capitulating to the darkest will No time to count a test of courage An instrument in the final kill Dying flame of the disenchanted One by one we watch them fall The bitterness of a generation A declaration of dishonesty we fail