Armies of one on a shared battlefield

We are soldiers, and soldiers bleed

Blood drips sluggishly from our wounds

As we fight for others' greed

 

We should work together as a team

We are an army, after all

Instead we choose to fight alone

And watch our comrades' fall

 

We tear apart our enemy

One by one we take them down

But for every one of them we find

We bury three in ground

 

Our armies of one are dwindling

Our gunfire falls short

Desperate times for desperate measures

And we are forced to our last resort

 

Our tactics are outdated

With them, our chance is slim

But if two men fight together

The light is not so dim

 

These armies of one aren't practical

Alliances are made in war

If we choose to fight together

We may become those men of lore.