Symphony As A Portriat

do we know whats going on here
do we know whats going on here

this is my symphony as a portriat
clouds of seperate explosions in the sky
and all
this sweet war
the still frame photographs burned into the inside of my mind

etched into the back of my concience
i seemed to have engraved to deep i fear
etched into the back of
this hollow shell
its breaking through and making things less clear

ide like to know whats going on here
ide like to know whats going on here

do we know whats going on here (do we know whats going on)
do we know wahts going on here

etched into the back of my concience
i seemed to have engraved to deep i fear
etched into the back of
this hollow shell
its breaking through and making things less clear