| Praying I’m not the next one at the front of the line
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| Ghastly voices telling me I have to stay alive
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| I cannot remember one day I didn’t kill
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| Their weakening faces haunt me forever, still
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| Piercing through the flesh, tearing the wounds open more
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| Cutting them down, one by one
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| Consequences are for those who do not reign supreme
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| Killing for life I scream, «Covering fire!»
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| Victims lie dead, shot to the head, spitting blood back in their face
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| Gathering strength to make memories fade
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| Of the fabled master race
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| Peace: a part of the future
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| War: a thing of the past
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| Can this be reality…
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| Or just a favor no man can ask?
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| Piercing through the flesh, tearing the wounds open more
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| Cutting them down, one by one
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| Consequences are for those who do not reign supreme
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| Killing for life I scream, «Covering fire!»
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| Glad to be the last one at the back of the line
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| Ghastly voices telling me I had to stay alive
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| I cannot remember one day I didn’t kill
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| Their weakening faces haunt me forever, still
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| Piercing through the flesh, tearing the wounds open more
|
| Cutting them down, one by one
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| Consequences are for those who do not reign supreme
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| Killing for life I scream, «Covering fire!» |