7 In The Morning

Lyrics for 7 In The Morning

Seven in the morning, death is in the air Decibels from warheads deafening my ears Desecrated holy land, the devil's there Devastated, questioning if heaven's real Seven in the morning, tryna get to noon Staring out my window, watching the platoon Go left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left The man on the moon said it'd be over any day now America'll be here soon to make a way out And put us on a plane to LA We'll get to live in Hollywood and see a Laker parade Can't wait to march down Figueroa Mimicking the movement of the soldiers Staring out my window, seven in the morning, going Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left War, what is it good for? And what's the point of peace if we can break it? All the wars we wage as nations over money or location Or religious ideation Humans cheering in the crowd, proud of their gladiators Why is death our entertainment? I don't understand Primeval greed, we always feel the need to have the upper hand Murdering our brothers for the love of a sham Marching like a soldier, waiting on commands, going Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left, left, right, left Left, left