The spirit of a soldier takes over
When my hell is in dire need
Bullets bounce off tranquility
And floats to the head of stability
The oxygen is so heavily polluted
It pulls me into hypnosis
Away from blank stares
And blank eyes that belong in trash cans
The monster in all of us
Rips a piece of our human nature
And burns the bark
Simple as skinning a tree
I'm willing to blow a limb
Or even kill if it meant
I could escape the presence of them
Devils
I commit a sin to disguise
My true meanings
A white gown
Pure of black ink
Lucifer's substance
Raining over me and the rest of civilization
We hope divine waters aren't tainted with blood
we wash our necks and
Wipe our faces with bullshit on hands
Leaving a stench so vile that flies
Infest multiply and breed
Maggots so large
They're often mistaken
For another good citizen
