The Aftermath Songtext / Lyric

Silently to silence fall

In the fields of futile war

Toys of death are spitting lead

Where boys that were our soldiers bled

Warhorse and war machine

Curse the name of Liberty

Marching on as if they should

Mix in the dirt our brothers' blood



In the mud and rain

What are we fighting for?

Is it worth the pain?

Is it worth dying for?

Who will take the blame?

Why did they make a war?

Questions that come again

Should we be fighting at all?






Once, a ploughman hitched his team

Here he sowed his little dream

Now bodies, arms, and legs are strewn

Where mustard gas and barbwire bloom

Each moment's like a year

I've nothing left inside for tears

Comrades dead or dying lie

I'm left alone asking, "Why?"



In the mud and rain

What are we fighting for?

Is it worth the pain?

Is it worth dying for?

Who will take the blame?

Why did they make a war?

Questions that come again

Should we be fighting at all?



After the war

Left feeling no one has won

After the war

What does a soldier become



War is over and battles are gone

After the war, no one has won

I'm just a soldier