Mercenary (Lock & load)
Set your sights to closure
When boots do not come clean
Stains will last eternal
Many things can't be unseen
Still every road's a dead end, a U-turn you can't take
When smoke still stings the eye, silence screams in horrid ways
Hand over all the bullets
Be all you've never been
Resign to us your purpose
and places that you've never seen
Still every road's a dead end, a U-turn you can't take
When smoke still stings the eye, silence screams in horrid ways
It's spit and polish really, reflect this void of space
take to the arms now reaching, just one bullet is all it takes
Silence the dead still screaming, sights set to overload
the only path remaining; spit and polish... lock and load!
Send of without a coffin
Deprived of every sleep
Nightmares stalk the daytime
Time itself you cannot keep
Still every road's a dead end, a U-turn you can't take
When smoke still stings the eye, silence screams in horrid ways
It's spit and polish really, reflect this void of space
take to the arms now reaching, just one bullet is all it takes
Silence the dead still screaming, sights set to overload
the only path remaining; spit and polish... lock and load!
'cause now you're back,
you're back on the street, yet never back on your feet.
While you're still looking for this warm welcome you so desperately need,
The only flags that you see,
Adorn the caskets of the less fortunate
(you) can't forget, are not ever coming back, as they still fill your head
along with bullets flying, people crying,
Knowledge you've lost and the pressure to keep trying,
embody death defying and stand tall
as if it matters at all
With all the shit you're seeing other's can't believe in,
If it were a dream you could wake up screaming. Truth is...
you haven't slept in days.
It feels like years, as you wonder how much longer till you break
No point in carrying on, as it's starting to dawn,
really what they want you to believe is just inherently wrong.
The real lucky ones, are those already gone,
Those already acquainted with the wrong end of a gun
that I'll join...
Those ones I'll join!
Silence the dead still screaming, sights set to overload
the only path remaining; spit and polish... lock and load!
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