La Spark #010 - Smoke Screen
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Smoke Screen
A storm’s about to form and it’s a storm of steel
Moves are a little sketchy when you can’t see the pieces
A lot little pawns at least they come cheap
The chessboard is clean now but it will be bleeding
Smoke screen
The fresh troops are nowhere to be seen
Smoke screen
An opaque veil on the scene
Heavy losses from the flank, they came in a scream
Blood-stained nightmares and barbwire daydreams
Misfire on the right we are all possessed
Pleading for a bit of mercy with the hand that’s left
Smoke screen
The fresh troops are nowhere to be seen
Smoke screen
An opaque veil on the scene
Hailstorm of bullets all around, makes for a horrible horrible sight
Hailstorm of troops on the ground, ground meat caught up in an uphill fight
Smoke screen yeah
The fresh troops are nowhere to be seen
Smoke screen
An opaque veil on the scene
Smokescreen she could have been the mother of my child
Smokescreen I was an enemy, a friend but never a dad
FACEBOOK : https://www.facebook.com/LaSparkpodcast
LYRICS :
©All rights reserved 2018
Smoke Screen
A storm’s about to form and it’s a storm of steel
Moves are a little sketchy when you can’t see the pieces
A lot little pawns at least they come cheap
The chessboard is clean now but it will be bleeding
Smoke screen
The fresh troops are nowhere to be seen
Smoke screen
An opaque veil on the scene
Heavy losses from the flank, they came in a scream
Blood-stained nightmares and barbwire daydreams
Misfire on the right we are all possessed
Pleading for a bit of mercy with the hand that’s left
Smoke screen
The fresh troops are nowhere to be seen
Smoke screen
An opaque veil on the scene
Hailstorm of bullets all around, makes for a horrible horrible sight
Hailstorm of troops on the ground, ground meat caught up in an uphill fight
Smoke screen yeah
The fresh troops are nowhere to be seen
Smoke screen
An opaque veil on the scene
Smokescreen she could have been the mother of my child
Smokescreen I was an enemy, a friend but never a dad