Innocence glints in you black, hardened eyes,
you'd die for the glory,
but kill for your lives.

Softly you weep down your black, heartless skin,
so carving the thoughts
of a memory within.

Death finds it's way from your cold, shaking hands,
as it's force quakes the ground
where you- murderous- stand.

The gunfire deafens your cold, bloodied ears,
not that you'd hear the screaming,
through all your own tears.

A painless man fights through your heartbroken eyes,
you'd die for the glory,
but kill for your lives.