The Music Box

The music box is all that's left in the empty house
Must've left it when they moved out
In a hurry to flee the townArmoured tanks broke through all of the soldier's ranks
You can be sure they weren't shooting blanks
From bodies laid out on the groundThere's a song your father had sung
When you were just knee high
Now a soldier plays the same tune
From the toy you left behindSomething to remind you
Something to remind youBurnt to black there's a face you don't recognize
Just a doll with hollow eyes
And a feeling you can't describeIn factories, toys are made by the companies
Who create our killing machines
So the planet can rest at easeThere's a story you had to hear
When you couldn't sleep at all
Now the pages are burning
In some sad unholy warSomething to remind you
Something to remind you
Something to remind you
The ones you left behind youSomething to remind you
Something to remind you
Something to remind you
The ones you left behind youThe music box plays a song that I used to love
But now I can't remember what it was
For my memory has faded