3000flares

This is a story...

This is a warning: you are losing one of your sons
I've fallen away from my occupation
'Cause when I push the pencil, they load the shells
That turn heaven into hell

This is a warning shot across the bow in hindsight
3000 flares didn't do nothing but light up the sky
And fall as limp reflections in your eyes
So this son says goodbye

I'll try to take my mind off of the shells
That turn heaven into hell
Heaven into hell...