The Smell Of Today Is Sweet Like Breastmilk In The Wind

The smell of today is sweet like breast milk in the wind
It’s time the waves hold the water
Or this could be the lost fight of the morrow
Our dream has grown for a while
Our words are only good for lying
In the bleeding world of our fathers
In the eternal world of our mothers
Oh, we can only mend this now
And crave not for wine
We are not afraid to die
In the scarring words of our fathers
In the eternal words of our mothers
We are not afraid to die
We are not afraid to live
In the extreme world of our fathers
In the eternal world of our mothers
In the extreme world of our fathers
In the eternal world of our mothers