| Bludgeoned, bleeding, burning, screaming… barely alive
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| Cattle feeding, hardly eating, waste of life
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| Forest sweeping, slowly creeping, look in their eyes
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| Bullets meeting flesh with teeth to rip out their insides
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| Rage is a shadow behind me
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| Sorrow is what I will unleash
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| It’s time… the fabric is coming apart
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| Smoking village, torn and pillaged, run for their lives
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| Killing women, shooting children… must stay alive
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| I find one dead, gunshot in head… I look in his eyes
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| With chewed off lips he smiles at me. |
| I’m coming apart
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| Burns remind me I am here
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| I can’t count the dead, I can’t count the years
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| Into the ditches as darkness falls
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| I can smell them crawling through the pits of hell
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| Like the sun, the explosions sear the sky
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| Burning brightly, its shrapnel tastes my flesh
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| I’m ripped apart, I have been ripped |