The Penalty of War is Death

The Penalty of War is Death

It came back with them

It started as a fever and ended a mess

A thirst and a longing

For blood and for flesh

One thing is for certain

It spread like a wild fire

It demanded the courage

To tear your world apart

Was it a gas?

Or radiation?

No one is for sure

Was it a test?

A consequence?

Many theories washed ashore

Chemical reactions

He always understood

But this one was different

To it there were no rules

It started in the cities

But nowhere was safe

Could it be the water?

Or could it be the rain?

Barricade yourself inside

Board up your windows and doors

Best now to keep quiet

Noise draws them close

Breathe in destruction

Breathe out your dreams

A world in dysfunction

Where living is a luxury

Ask yourself now

If it came to be

Could you bring yourself

To kill your family

“Can we make it through the winter?

Or any season at all?

How did it come to this?

Where did it all go wrong?”

“I guess we’re being punished

A price put on our heads.

The cost of fighting wars

The penalty is death.”

Vocals, guitar, keyboards, drum programming - Nathan Shouse
Lead Guitars, Bass - Kyle Snyder

Once Vets return from WWII, something starts to happen. A mysterious outbreak? It's a full blown epidemic by 1949. The world starts to crumble. No one knows how it started or why. Pure panic. Everyone blames everyone.