Invasion

Invasion

They came across the border in the middle of the night. It was much much worse in the cold daylight. There’s hundreds of tanks and thousands of men and helicopters buzzing right above your head.

Oh no, it’s an invasion, invasion. Oh no, it’s an invasion, invasion.

They’re moving out of cities, they’re moving out of towns. If you’re caught resisting you’re quickly mown down. Everybody’s running, but they don’t know where. So long as they escape, well they just don’t care.

Oh no, it’s an invasion, invasion. Oh no, it’s an invasion, invasion.

Well you can’t understand, why they murder your land, but you can’t fight a tank with a stick. And you want to fight back, but the future is black and the killing is making you sick. The tanks pass by, in a never ending line. Not a man or a woman is spared and then you wonder why, no help does arrive. The world doesn’t seem to care.

You’ve formed a small resistance, you’ve got a few guns. You plan a small ambush, but you end up on the run. You’re running through the foothills, but you’ll never make your cave. You’re just another rebel in an unmarked grave.

Oh no, it’s an invasion, invasion. Oh no, it’s an invasion, invasion.