ANTHRACITIC MOTHS - Biomass

Biomass There’s no secret it’s a war Every boy is waiting for – Take a risk, perform a deed – Hundred foes to defeat. It’s a fight of fair play In your childish naïve brain. On your playground of machismo War is a place for heroism. What are you? You’re biomass Sent to wriggle in dirty mess, Satisfactor of ambitions Of the venal politicians The stupidity of commands – Gradually you’re getting common With dysentery and lice, Slush and shit and oath and cries There’s no place for supergoal What is more, you don’t know The objectives of this war What the hell you’re fighting for