Dystopian Fiction - Aviators

Take out all the bad in the world

What’s left in it?

Where’s the next gleaming hope

Indefinite

I would like to take a stand but not alone

Gave you what I had to give

And it’s not enough

I need a shred of purpose

When living gets rough

I need a place unbroken to call my home

Dark times

Of our war crimes

When the bombs we build come back down through the roof

We are live wires

In the crossfire

And the pages of our lives aren’t bulletproof

I’m a dead man

In the wasteland

I’m a soldier fighting for superstition

Under search lights

In the long nights

We’ve been written like dystopian fiction