Death Stare

Mind crazed, lost in the front line

fighting for respect and inhaling suicide.

Under the war cloud that bleeds out fear drops,

streaming down my cold eyes. I’ll die for my nation!

Staring back and facing all the life stains left behind that death could have only bled through.

Coin the eyes of all the soldiers that died over seas to pay their toll. Can you feel it?

Deathstare is causing my brain check.

Hail to the dead and brave spitting out reject.

For our own dog-tags cast out our blind spell

because we will never die beside the Holy Grail.

The question is: Can you feel it because you will never see

the laws we break for freedom so then what’s democracy?

Live for nothing and die for all, it is what we are trained to do.

Paid to kill and oil to steal then afterwards we only try to erase the pain.