This is a story... This is a warning: you are losing one of your sons I've fallen away from my occupation 'Cause when I push the pencil, they load the shells That turn heaven into hell This is a warning shot across the bow in hindsight 3000 flares didn't do nothing but light up the sky And fall as limp reflections in your eyes So this son says goodbye I'll try to take my mind off of the shells That turn heaven into hell Heaven into hell...