No survivors in this game of hate, we all get changed in a certain way.nOur ideals changed by mortar, there isn't a person who doesn't pay.nnNo survivors, burst the bubble.nNo survivors, too much trouble.nNo survivors, your just a pawn.nNo survivors, don't conform.nnBoys mature to men in weeks, while rivals stay on the boil.nThe time is right, the 'real' cowards, we all suffer at this toil.nnSo patriots who wear your flag, can enlist and die together.nI'll stay at home, protect MY world, do two years and wear a white feather.nnThe fields in France are full of heroes, now only poppies remain.nTheir colour red, their number many, and still not achieved their aim.