Mission Of Burma

Smoldering Fuselage

Mission Of Burma


Just outside the house of the dead 
Jet planes crash into flame 
The jagged lightning cracks and hovers 

Outstretched hands snatch to take me 
In heat entrenched, the coupled names 
Hit and fall in the ashes 

What is that name 
What is that game 
What is that bright place 

Now I stand on those craters 
There was an error in their course 
They crashed inside their own reflection 

And those shiny, metallic bodies 
Secrets abound about their names 
I turn my head, look, and I see them 

What is that name 
What is that game 
What is that bright place 

I don't know 
I don't know

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