Shiloh
Russ Rankin, Chuck Platt
Can you feel it through the silence
A cry for prudence that will not be heard
Another call to raise a fire
A proposition that will not return
Just like in war where nothing changes
We're pacified
And as before we burn our bridges
Still dead inside
An air of menace so familiar
Just a solution without a cause
It's jingoism without a vision
Abject denial of the prescient flaws
Moving out into the fire
Capitulating to the darkest will
No time to count a test of courage
An instrument in the final kill
Dying flame of the disenchanted
One by one we watch them fall
The bitterness of a generation
A declaration of dishonesty we fail
