Over skies of blue there is beautiful strand
It's spreading for you trying to make a stand
It gets closer and closer, closer to you
It tears the skies to make uniform stew
Can't hear it, can't see it - too struck by the ground
Clenching the teeth while counting the rounds
You fight for your freedom, you never waged war.
Still suddenly met the old bitch in the doors…
Jackpot of hurt! You fall on the floor
Trying to reach shabby rifle of yours.
Righteous, entitled, licensed to fight…
…as if it helped to gather your might…
Buzz in the ears, eyes full of tears
Question of "why?" right on your lips
Then, through the salty legion of drops
You notice white strand - the reaper of souls.
Couple of flashes, it seems that you're through
It doesn't hurt, somewhere went flu
Body is light and you're flying up
Leaving the world that looks like a scrap
Soon you'll meet family, soon you'll meet home
Soon the instructor will greet you ashore
Leave the bad thoughts, forget the mulched meat
Painting the grim shattered concrete…
Battle is over. War will be lost…
All the peace braggarts are soon-to-be-ghosts
Riches are taken from the dead hands
Traitors are ruling leftovers of land…
Nobody'll believe you since nobody left
To tell them a story of murder and theft
For having values that catch somehow their eyes
You are the bad guy under multicam skies…
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