Boots sink deep in trench clay
Shutter clicks the gray away
Barrel cold against my palm
Mud swallows up the morning calm
Mud helmet sits alone
Thunder cracks through skin and bone
I frame the rust I frame the steel
War looks different through the reel
Bus tires hiss on rain slick street
Shutter snaps the drumming beat
Copper smoke curls through the air
Helmet waits abandoned there
Mud helmet sits alone
Thunder cracks through skin and bone
I frame the rust I frame the steel
War looks different through the reel
Harmonium drones low and deep
While I count the frames I keep
Gang claps echo down the hall
Cold reverb swallows all
No wand no spell no chosen one
Just mud and metal and the gun
My lens won't save a single soul
But it makes the broken whole
Acoustic strings cut through the cold
Stories that the mud has told
Foot tambourine keeps driving time
Every click a reason rhyme
Mud helmet sits alone
Thunder cracks through skin and bone
I frame the rust I frame the steel
War looks different through the reel
Saturation clips the dawn
Helmet rests the war goes on
I pack the film I catch the bus
Thunder fades behind the dust
Mud helmet sits alone
Thunder cracks through skin and bone
I frame the rust I frame the steel
War looks different through the reel
Mud helmet sits alone
Thunder cracks through skin and bone
Click click flash the shutter dies
Mud helmet rests at last