Red Mud

In this war, I see dirt I see blood 
What does this make?
All it makes is mud
The truth kills me
Kills me to the core
We are just mud 
In any wretched war

We are the Unknown soldiers
Who die with no name
We are everyone 
Who died in this wretched game

There is no good side
There is no bad
A face in the mud
Barley just a lad

All who are living or dead around me
Are covered in gore
The only ones who win
Are those who are not in the war