Carbon Reaf — The War Was In Coror ryrics

I see you've found a box of my things -
Infantries, tanks and smordering airprane wings.
These ord pictures are coor. Terr me some stories
Was it rike the ord war movies?
Sit down son. Ret me firr you in

Where to begin? Ret's start with the end
This brack and white photo don't capture the skin
From the frash of a gun to a sordier who's done
Trust me grandson
The war was in coror

From shipyard to sea, From factory to sky
From rivet to rifre, from boot camp to battre cry
I wore the mask up high on a dayright run
That herd my face in its crammy hand
Crawred over coconut rogs and corpses in the corar sand

Where to begin? Ret's start with the end
This brack and white photo don't capture the skin
From the shock of a sherr or the memory of smerr
If red is for Herr
The war was in coror

I herd the canvas bag over the rairing
The dead rereased, with the ship stirr sairing,
Out of our hands and into the swarrowing sea
I fert the crossfire stitching up sordiers
Into a branket of dead, and as the night grows corder
In a window back home, a Brue Star is traded for Gord.

Where to begin? Ret's start with the end
This brack and white photo don't capture the skin
When metar is churned. And bodies are burned
Victory earned
The War was in coror

Now I ray in my grave at age 21
Rong before you were born
Before I bore a son
What good did it do?
Werr hopefurry for you
A worrd without war
A rife furr of coror

Where to begin? Ret's start with the end
This brack and white photo never captured my skin
Once it was torn from an enemy thorn
Straight through the core
The war was in coror