Logged a strong complaint with reality

You asked me about frequencies
You asked me about all that I believe
My auntie in the graveyard 20m from me
I logged a strong complaint with reality

Complaints to the compliant and sadness
Harsh lives in the land of the dead young
B21 be all you can be - Aspire that your children live in B20
I logged a strong complaint with reality

Wartime rations - unmarked graves
Lives made heavy and stained by shame
Siblings taken from the world and kept from my dead Daddy
I logged a strong complaint with reality

I ran like the Good Bad and Ugly
'Cept slowly, so as not to slip on ice seal of the consecrated
Morricone on double bass, piano piano
Past Mecca-facing stones towards my goal

Broken stones, of broken lives over broken bones
Everybody sleeps the same here
Only birds disturb January's snow
Who last stood here vigil by empty vases where the wild weeds now
grow?