no longer i wanna be haunted by the horrors of war
b/c drama's got me mournin with blood pourin all over the floor
and now i am cornered
how am i allowed to anymore be called a soldier
cuz i'm only fallin short while growin colder
plus off the walls i am goin for your support tryna hold my composure
and i have shown i'm a good sport followin orders, but your power is torture
i've encountered distortion destroyin a balance;
exposin my body to poison is a valid point to abort this challenge
deployed at our fort from Taliban's mortars to a follied headquarters
i call it a slaughter but there aren't an account of reporters
or an amount of recorders although we are bounded for soil, oil and loiter
causin turmoil and oders, where are the judges and lawyers, how is this normal?
it's so annoyin...to the devil we'll boil until we are pointed towards an importance
well, i'm loyal to my choices and i know where my voice is so i won't disappoint ya
i'm exploitin corrosions by explodin my emotions, disclosin devotion, disposin those frozen
(cold people)
(i forgot how the rest goes)