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The gathering smell of rotteness |
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Is cutting through my brain |
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Slicing up my friends |
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And then killing the pain |
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Gathered here together for our final day |
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Never ending strain |
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Fighting tooth and nail |
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Short on munitions |
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The say "War is hell" |
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Slaughtered for the objective |
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In the thick of the battle |
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Going on an onslaught |
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In a desperate struggle |
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Blind suicide, pain and suffering |
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On the other side |
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There is no reason why |
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In this viscious circle |
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Surely one will die |
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War cry fix bayonets |
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In the face of death |
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No time for regrets |
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The brunt of the attack |
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Full frontal assault |
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Suicidal rampage |
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Families ! |
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Corpses strewn upon the battle fields |
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Memories ! |
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An old wound never heals |
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The gathering smell of rotteness |
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Is cutting through my brain |
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Slicing up my friends |
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And then killing the pain |
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Gathered here together for our final day |
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Political corrupts and hypocrites |
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And fanatical religiousness |
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Commit us to die for who's country ? |
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So who is the real enemy |
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Puppet's and leader's |
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And pawn's in the game |
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Victim's of the high command |
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Sacrificed in vain |
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Full frontal assault |
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Suicidal rampage |
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Life is to serious to take seriously |
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"Greg Conan" |
