You call it horrible, I call it gloryful,
Follow the legacy of ending a war.
Against the bull-shit known as political correction,
Our weapon of terror, tuned to perfection.
No blood shall stain, our beautiful Red, White and Blue…
Eye for an eye are my words of religion,
Drop the bomb with perfect precision,
Our two towers fell taking innocent lives,
The price you will pay is your country's demise.
You have awakened a slumbering beast,
Now it’s time for that monster to feast,
Not one heart shall beat in this land when we’re done,
No time to plead with us, no time to run,
Mercy, Non-Existent
It’s the way we run the show,
Mercy, Non-Existent
Beautiful rivers of blood will flow,
Mercy, Non-Existent
Monolithic cloud of destruction rise,
Mercy, Non-Existent
Wipe out all of Satan’s mortal ties,
Pilot flies over the dark land below,
Waiting anxiously for the signal to go.
The bringer of justice, the avenger of crimes,
Sits in back and waits for its time.
The light, turns green,
The bay doors, open up,
The crew, and country, wait out,
The long, seconds, in silence…
It has come, there is no hope for you now,
The violent explosion blows your homes to the ground,
All closest disintegrate without any pain,
But the torture drives all of the others insane.
The inferno burns your eyes, now you cannot see,
All you feel is pain, through that split second eternity,
Your skin quickly melts and flows to the ground,
Exposed nerves sliced by shrapnel flying around.
The ring on your finger melts right through your hand,
You fall and land in the molten-hot sand,
Your lungs drip through your ribcage and fall out your chest,
You’re just one more dead body along with the rest.
Mercy, Non-Existent
It’s the way we run the show,
Mercy, Non-Existent
Beautiful rivers of blood will flow,
Mercy, Non-Existent
Monolithic cloud of destruction rise,
Mercy, Non-Existent
Wipe out all of Satan’s mortal ties
Infantry follows, they bring No Remorse,
March in and laugh at your fire-charred corpse,
Set up positions and load up their guns,
Waiting for all of your allies to come,
Battles begin, you’ll never win,
Wipe everyone out as you keep charging in.
The sound of machine guns finally dies down,
Your skulls and bones litter the ground.
End of it all,
You finally fall,
The land of the free keeps on standing,
Proud, and, Tall
Mercy, Non-Existent
Mercy, Non-Existent
Mercy, Non-Existent
Mercy, Non-Existent
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