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The Loyal Soldier |
| Written by Sorrow Is My Mask | |
| Sunday, 11 May 2008 | |
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The Loyal Soldier
Cold and black, the machine gun hangs from my shoulder The bullets sitting in the chamber will bring us all closer
Looking around, there's really not much left The once beautiful landscape, now colorless and bereft
The smell of dead bodies is getting so strong Innocent civilians lay dead, all gone
I don't make the rules here, so don't put this in my name I'm just pulling the trigger, putting bullets into the deranged
The only difference between you and me I fight in the name of holy democracy Copyright 2008 Sorrow Is My Mask |
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