Conscripted Sent there without a care, United force, Take the land is what you have to do. Obsessed General craves for fresh napalm in the morning. Take a pick, Your favourite drug, Start to feel your escape from reality.

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Conscripted

Sent there without a care, United force, Take the land is what you have to do.
Obsessed General craves for fresh napalm in the morning.
Take a pick, Your favourite drug, Start to feel your escape from reality.
Battlefield, General orders you to walk through a mine field.

Your friend, Napalm, Sudden death, Screaming last breath.
Drug escape, Fantasy, Death, Reality.

Peices of flesh stuck to your skin. Nothing canfade this sick hell your in.
Canyou go on? You have to be strong. All you can think is enemy, death, kill kill.

Women and children, Civilians massacred, Killing with your bare hands,
Stabbing with your bayonets, Feeling for this killing growing stronger and stronger,
Pleasure's what you're feeling, Get away with murder.

Leaving your body and soul, Having loss of control, Mounting, murdering toll,
Passing through the realms of the mad, Feelings you never had,
Can't tell the good from the bad,.