Blood on my hands trembling from adrenaline
International thugs over land with combat boots instead of timberlands
Left our summer dreams to December cold nightmares
So u can imagine the steam as the scent of rot covers the night air
Yet we right here worshipped for our justified killings
Comrades riding the skys willing to drop bombs to crush the enemy lines ceiling
No pity we denied feelings even if they kneeling and crying to survive
The sights of these crimes look victorious to u but its eating me alive
I'm trying to maintain don't want to be consumed by the fire
They newborns are trained seen cribs boom to fulfill religious desires
These crude acts that transpired has damaged my moral compass
To soothe the cracks in my head I blow on this miniature oral trumpet
How loud it rings driving out the voices and visions of corpses in distortion
Seering bullets ripp thru enemy forces bayonet slicing tid bit portions
Leaving nothing Remaining but bodys in contortion
At one point it was important to be the crude soldier I was
Now the war is over and I'm expected to resume morning folgers with love
They set fire to my dreams now I'm suppose to bloom roses and hugs
I shrug at that expectation drugs calm that ex fixation
Fuck who provided the inclination that its ok to sacrifice my soul for a nation
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