War is much more than a disagreement of thought and a battle born of strife
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Where many will stand and many will fall while bystanders will question the point
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And the players are many the sacrifice great, for a victory heralded by few
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And some march to the beat of a vindictive drum with their own agendas to right
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Well I'm one of those who'll step up for battle, the smell of cordite in the air
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Knowing the ordeal is not about me, but treating it as such just the same
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With irreverence I tread through the blood and the soil the wounded, dying and dead
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I want them to taste the steel of my blade and feel the sting of my lead
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And sometimes they'll hear the bullet, yes sometimes they'll feel it's sting, and sometimes they'll know as their life slips
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away, and sometimes they won't feel a thing
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'Cause I wanna be and I wanna see, and I'm here to exact my revenge
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When I summon Mars for victory sweet, when I conjure the will for success
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And I wanna taste the blood of the fallen to know the scent of death
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And that every round that I get off, yields another's final breath
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Sometimes They Hear The Bullet
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