life wears on, time flies bythe music is playing in only the greatest of momentsand so seldom, we hear these subtle notesso seldom, we hear these deafening notesA small child, I play lightheartedlythe music is playing, but i dont even noticetoo caught up in whats happening forgetting what actually mattersi grow older, sixteen at lastthe music is playing, blasted loudly in the cartrying to forget the stupidest mistakestrying to go back to the good old dayswhat happened to the good old days?

Light a fire under your assmove boy, moveno time to catch your breaththe fires closing fastthe tree line approachingthe horizon line2 more hoursto the drop zonefreedom at lastto burnthe place downtorch all the animalsVengeance at lastThe small village scaredthey run for their livesno chance at survivalthe ****** blastskin blisters and peels awayscorched bodies fallthe smiles of the killersslowly fade awaynot a guerrilla outpost they thought it should bethe bodies writhingthe faces of the burningwill never leave their memories