Justify existence pleads the soldier
I'm dressed to kill but I've got nowhere to go
So help me God, I need to pull a trigger -
Yeah, end it all in one triumphant blow!
And when my time has come below the sacred ground
Did'ya think that I'd be turning still?

Pretty little lambs, you're in confusion!
I'm free to roam 'cause after all your choice
Smiles won't reach my eyes 'cause I'm illusion
- I'm the other side that counted on your voice

And when your time has come six feet underground
Think you'll be turning still? you know, it has to be this way...
From the cradle to the grave now
There ain't no way that you'll be saved anyhow

I've been rolling over fools through generations
Feels useless like a rebel with no cause
'Cause I trust that you will solve the situation
- As death-wish motivation runs your chores

So tell me how it feels, your turn to spin the wheel
From the cradle to your grave now
Round and round and round and round and...
Then my time has come -
Full moon and the young.

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