Ankle deep in dirt and blood: The living death I die, my love Metal shells, barking guns, fighting for foreign mud
Stretch your boundaries to someone’s nether shore Playing with the fire that you call the game of war Lost in battle fury then, when the killing’s done There’s another fucking cause with some other mother’s son
Death comes swift on leathern wings. You know that’s all the future brings Just a pawn in the game of politics: No cause, no name
Left with nothing but your war-torn memories Fighting not with men but some pseudonym, disease Yours is not to question, just to do or die Eking out existence, a shadow of a lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
