Souls Spent Like Currency
Clench your weapon, await your orders
Abandon your fear and, charge the enemy
Exchanging fire, hand to hand
Duck for cover, outgunned and stunned
You raise your head to
See if it's safe or if there's a marksman
The way seems clear but
You can never be too sure, what if they're hiding
One takes a chance and
His head explodes from a 50 cal machine gun
His head explodes from a 50 cal machine gun
Bodies on the battlefield
Souls spent like currency
For one more day (One more day)
Bodies on the battlefield
Souls spent like currency
For one more day
Moving forward, into position
The last charge failed, lives gone like a breath exhaled
A whistle blows, it's time to go
Like a death knell we descend to hell
Running through mud
A man trips over the body of a comrade
Scrambling for cover as
bullets crash into the bodies of your friends
Wiping the dirt from your eyes
A shower of gore from an enemy grenade
A shower of gore from an enemy grenade
Choking on a greenish mist, blood in your lungs
Clawing at the sky for life, your time has come
Coughing up your insides
The time has come for you to die
Blood and bile, a death most vile
Bodies on the battlefield
Souls spent like currency
For one more day (One more day)
Bodies on the battlefield
Souls spent like currency
For one more day
Bodies on the battlefield
Souls spent like currency
For one more day (One more day)
Bodies on the battlefield
Souls spent like currency
For one more day
Abandon your fear and, charge the enemy
Exchanging fire, hand to hand
Duck for cover, outgunned and stunned
You raise your head to
See if it's safe or if there's a marksman
The way seems clear but
You can never be too sure, what if they're hiding
One takes a chance and
His head explodes from a 50 cal machine gun
His head explodes from a 50 cal machine gun
Bodies on the battlefield
Souls spent like currency
For one more day (One more day)
Bodies on the battlefield
Souls spent like currency
For one more day
Moving forward, into position
The last charge failed, lives gone like a breath exhaled
A whistle blows, it's time to go
Like a death knell we descend to hell
Running through mud
A man trips over the body of a comrade
Scrambling for cover as
bullets crash into the bodies of your friends
Wiping the dirt from your eyes
A shower of gore from an enemy grenade
A shower of gore from an enemy grenade
Choking on a greenish mist, blood in your lungs
Clawing at the sky for life, your time has come
Coughing up your insides
The time has come for you to die
Blood and bile, a death most vile
Bodies on the battlefield
Souls spent like currency
For one more day (One more day)
Bodies on the battlefield
Souls spent like currency
For one more day
Bodies on the battlefield
Souls spent like currency
For one more day (One more day)
Bodies on the battlefield
Souls spent like currency
For one more day
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Carter
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