Album: Chaos and Lawlessness

In Afghanistan he had a gun,
But that couldn't protect him from the worst tragedy he had ever seen
The only one I dare to believe
If you want money, or power, or legacy, than stand in the segregation line
Do you want a medal, or a chest to put it on? Is your cause even righteous?
We are at war, don't forget it He cleans his chamber, polished his mess kit
Stop pointing the finger, start provoking question
Makes no sense to think about the prize and not about the consequence
The tread on the tanks go round n' round Explosives are in the ground
Seismic shockwaves right through your feet that break every fucking bone in your body
This is it, suicide, this is how he died
Be it my mind, or our mind's eye His resting place is hallowed ground

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