Behind friendly borders

When our system finally is done I am traveling through the sun Painting my body to destruction But then there are a new system in construction Seeing the world in a new light Have to keep up in a hard fight We settle down under the new orders Trying to find safe behind friendly borders Bombs and worriors are hidden everywhere The enemy does not even care About the cruel way of killing people of innocence Now we must live under barbaric violence Now it's always just jihad in da house And then I die like a weak mouse

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