war
When the world dies
From all the lies
When blood fills the skies
When corruption flies
And everyone cries
Destruction is nigh
You’d better stay sly
You’d better learn to fly
For you’ll cry
When you see
You’ll never be free
You’ll flee
You’ll be scared
For life
Cut like a knife
Taking the death strife
Bloody feet
Missing your fleet
This is war kid
Better find the lid
Take the pill
Get your fill
It’ll never heal
You’ll only kill
War is hell
In the belly of the beast
Getting no feast
Returning home
To find only foam
Nothing left but a comb
They’re gone
Not even the phone
They left
They forgot
You got shot
Needing something hot
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