Have no fear, Have no fear
Fetch your Rifle!
‘You’re a soldier son – shed no Tear’
Intoxicated, Zombified – we must fight!
No matter where, How or When
Regardless if it were Day or Night
But, why must one man fight another
And for what cause?
And Why must one slay his own brother
Without a hesitant pause.
Tis it for country? Tis it for Pride?
Answer me!
Tis it a Bandwagon one must just Ride
At Night I wake to cries of Pain.
To those thunderous claps.
Slowly but surely I’ll go insane.
But for what cause? One always asks
Did we lose humanity
Under Gas Masks
If one does not fear,
then one simply lies.
For without such fear
One simply dies.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
Have no fear, Have no fear
Fetch your Rifle!
‘You’re a soldier son – shed no Tear’
Intoxicated, Zombified – we must fight!
No matter where, How or When
Regardless if it were Day or Night
But, why must one man fight another
And for what cause?
And Why must one slay his own brother
Without a hesitant pause.
Tis it for country? Tis it for Pride?
Answer me!
Tis it a Bandwagon one must just Ride
At Night I wake to cries of Pain.
To those thunderous claps.
Slowly but surely I’ll go insane.
But for what cause? One always asks
Did we lose humanity
Under Gas Masks
If one does not fear,
then one simply lies.
For without such fear
One simply dies.
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