Le'war, Homie
Hello, my homie
Let's try to be friends, there's so fucking cold here
Don't fall here
This is a warzone you can disappear
Just drop that heavily loaded gun don't move or try to run
The fire stops for a second, a second to breathe to live for fun
A bullet right through the eye of your friend, go get them by command
Sharped blade chilling and touching your throat, destroy it if you can
Throw out your pan and take only deadliest weapons with you
There're many terrible things to do, things to prove
Things that fucking kills you
You fighting for hope, or for someone you love, dude
It depends on mad attitude
Crawling in mud, there is no god
A trench where every inch are filled with blood
And the only sound you hear is pain and fear
Open your eyes just for a second and your soul will disappear
A chance to live, the point of every war
A soldier to believe in something deadly simple enough to deceive
And make a machine from you for killing not breathing
With heart so fucking freezing
In combat, you died and in combat you born
Powder in blood and you hear battle horn
A reaper inside, you are ready to strike
To place enemy head on your pike
Fear growing inside is concussive
Pain in your broken mind is massive
Thing that you lack is humanity
But who gives a fuck, it's total insanity
Shadow inside of your grow
Point of living are forgotten and thrown
Love and kindness are burned and raped
To become human being and bring some light, you must escape
Thing you will never find it, the war is morality
Borders are broken to test human vitality
Shadow never sleeps when souls are running to the skies
Mother never sleeps when it is no more life to rise
Someone just totally died screaming the name of his bride
War is the only illusion, its my final conclusion
Don't ever give them your blood
Don't ever give them your blood
Don't ever give them your blood
Don't ever give them your blood
Let's try to be friends, there's so fucking cold here
Don't fall here
This is a warzone you can disappear
Just drop that heavily loaded gun don't move or try to run
The fire stops for a second, a second to breathe to live for fun
A bullet right through the eye of your friend, go get them by command
Sharped blade chilling and touching your throat, destroy it if you can
Throw out your pan and take only deadliest weapons with you
There're many terrible things to do, things to prove
Things that fucking kills you
You fighting for hope, or for someone you love, dude
It depends on mad attitude
Crawling in mud, there is no god
A trench where every inch are filled with blood
And the only sound you hear is pain and fear
Open your eyes just for a second and your soul will disappear
A chance to live, the point of every war
A soldier to believe in something deadly simple enough to deceive
And make a machine from you for killing not breathing
With heart so fucking freezing
In combat, you died and in combat you born
Powder in blood and you hear battle horn
A reaper inside, you are ready to strike
To place enemy head on your pike
Fear growing inside is concussive
Pain in your broken mind is massive
Thing that you lack is humanity
But who gives a fuck, it's total insanity
Shadow inside of your grow
Point of living are forgotten and thrown
Love and kindness are burned and raped
To become human being and bring some light, you must escape
Thing you will never find it, the war is morality
Borders are broken to test human vitality
Shadow never sleeps when souls are running to the skies
Mother never sleeps when it is no more life to rise
Someone just totally died screaming the name of his bride
War is the only illusion, its my final conclusion
Don't ever give them your blood
Don't ever give them your blood
Don't ever give them your blood
Don't ever give them your blood
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Writer(s): Victor Papiy
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