Hotzone

S.O.S. in the hotzone
Shrapnel, flak, and disease
Trigger, fuse, we're forgotten
Take a hostage and squeeze
His head right off

Call in strafing sorties
Let the cosmos sort them out

Every night
We watch the dance
A waltz of war machines and dust
Falling walls
In foreign towns
And fallen men aplenty
What must we do to call a halt
How many murders will
Disarm our sense of duty
Have we formed a shocking
Awful pact with mayhem
And since we have
Where do we go from here



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Murry
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