Bullets Flying
Barrels Spitting
Bombs Exploding
People Screaming
Blood is Spilling
Limbs are Missing
Black Lungs
With Smoke they're Filling
Death Approaches
Can't Shake this Feeling
Of Regret
Pray for Forgiveness
Death is Next
That ******* Smell
Of Burning Flesh
Feel that Sting?
The Bullet's In
Thanks A lot You ******* Vest.
Days Have Passed
With No Rest
How Can Someone Handle so Much Freaking Stress?
I'm Loosing My Mind!
How can I be proud of Mankind,
When we end up killing each other
Every time that we intertwine.
Human History is overfilled
With Grief and Sadness
And our Actions only help Feed the Madness
Getting Sick of all this Blood and Gore
But What Can You Do
This is War....