Bombed to Bloody Bits (Instinct Cover)

\[Verse 1] The general points a finger at a map made of sand, Says, “We’re saving the world with a gun in our hand.” But the houses are craters, the children are smoke, And the flags that they wave are just blood-soaked cloaks. \[Pre-Chorus] You call it freedom, but the bodies don’t know, You call it justice, but the graves only grow. \[Chorus] Bombed to bloody bits, scattered through the street, Where the innocent and guilty’s blood pools at their feet. Collateral damage, just numbers on a sheet — Bombed to bloody bits where the war drums beat. \[Verse 2] They said it was righteous, said it was for peace, But the rubble keeps rising, and the fires never cease. A mother digs through ashes for a toy made of tin, While the generals shake hands with a Cheshire grin. \[Pre-Chorus] You call it order, but the chaos won’t slow, You call it progress, but the dead don’t know. \[Chorus] Bombed to bloody bits, scattered through the street, Where the innocent and guilty’s blood pools at their feet. Collateral damage, just numbers on a sheet — Bombed to bloody bits where the war drums beat. \[Bridge] They draft up their speeches, clean their boots and their ties, But they don’t see the smoke, they don’t hear the cries. From the eyes of a child under dust and debris, Who was playing with dolls where a home used to be. \[Chorus] Bombed to bloody bits, scattered through the street, Where the innocent and guilty’s blood pools at their feet. Collateral damage, just numbers on a sheet — Bombed to bloody bits where the war drums beat. \[Outro] The world keeps turning, the parade rolls on, They tally up the dead like they’re numbers to be won. But the ashes don’t settle, the echoes won’t quit — They’re still bombed to bloody bits. [End]