Who? When? Where? What?
Four W that can't be answered,
History, too, does not know the answer.
No one knows what the truth behind the W's,
They're all clueless, useless and worthless as they don't know what lies ahead of their future.
It's the talk of the town,
They're all curious about the sound,
The noise of either the fall or the liberty.
The quest for the truth, which is always covered in lies,
The reality must be buried under the black sea,
That's why it's so hard to see.
Looking for answers on their own,
Yet one thing they don't know about.
They're coming back,
Out from the graveyard,
But the question is, why?
Kill,
Or to help them fight the war?
