We live because we're free.
A people who truly believe.
That love is hard to find.
And to find is to look beetween.
A thin line than runs straight through the middle.
A thin line that can barely be seen.
And when you cross that line
Try to define,
Your own logic,
Never taste defeat.
Which is a feat
Because defeat is a substance that doesn't help.
Only locks away,
The pain you taste, a pain that shouldn't be felt.
A pain that lacks the desire to win.
Consuming you from the line thats hidden within.
The lies disguised as the substance,
An evil within.
Which don't help but  numb the pain.
Of Love never truly felt.
Only ever looked like a game.
With the pieces lining up,
Queen next to King.
But who made the first move?
Thats for you to know.
But before you find out,
You should probably without doubt.
Get away from the substance,
That brings you hurt more than facing the pain.
Find that line that lays in beetween.
No gain without pain.
So just face it and accept a wondeful feat.
Beat the substance.
And fine,
that greater line in beetween.

The Lord my God oh hear my prayer for my beloved nation.
for many have said that you are dead and we sit in tribulation.
Let my sword be sharp my rifle be steel and knife be by my side.
For they will come and among someone is bound to take my life.
If my body comes to fall and im among the dead.
Let my mother know i love her and let my wife be newly wed.
Let my soul rest in your spirit for all eternity.
Let them play the song of dixie when in the dirt they lower me.
But if i fight on through and my life i do not lose.
Let me return unto to those i love to praise and worship you.
Let all glory render unto you and all your gracious name.
Let all men bow their knee unto you and all thy loving aim.
Guide us Lord and find us Lord for we are oh so lost.
See us Lord oh greet us Lord for amany lives are cost.
U.S.A. 2 4 1 age has gentley past.
Many a nation have no paitence for our way of pass.
I seen my Father earthly father working in the mill.
His heart is blue his mind is true for i am off to ****.
So Lord oh Lord dont let me die unto my enemys hand.
For i have those that love me so and count on me again.
But wait it's come my time has come i hear the marching bell.
Were off to fight the ****** terroist and send em all to hell.
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Now months have passed im battle born i lost amany friends.
I killed a man with my hands i choked him straight to death.
I shot a ghoul he was a tool a towel on his head.
I sit wonder thinking of of her a time when i was led.
But now i see a burning tree lighters fill the fly.
C130s rolling in rangers in the sky.
God he made em just for war, war and nothing else.
Hell its true just ask the stew he brews it all the best.
Said he knew a ****** down in ringo just before he came.
But all the stories made of **** this war will never change.
And you wouldnt believe it unless you seen it.
But theres demons in the trees.
Just ask a copral he will tell you
Burn those ******* things.
And if i told you about the smell that sometimes fills the air.
You would probably say that ive gone insane but man its burning flesh.
Goodnight mary goodnight bobby goodnight dear marine.
Hope your *** dont ******* die somewhere in beetween.
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Back Home now things have things my wife turned to a *****.
Mom she got the loss of mind and dad he died before.
Brothers got a nasty cancer only got two months.
my mind it keeps on hurting me i wake up their a bunch.
i put a psitol in my mouth cause **** just stays the same.
once a marine die a marine cause war dont ******* change.