A War Mongers Son!
The word war is tattood on your face comrade
Your a minion, and understudy
For be it a class one
Giving up love and safety for a gun
You are a war mongers son
You are theirs to command
No freedom, just a mouth full blood and sand
Your mind interrupted by a catalogue of deaths
You carried out with the utmost brutatlity
You are a clone, a slave, a test
The oxygen you inhale is marked by smoke
Your lungs are black and your heart is pumping poison
Your mind is your home, a backyard infested with demons
Your gun is your love, your sheild, your screaming
As you dance on the warfeild
Mark McConville
Your a minion, and understudy
For be it a class one
Giving up love and safety for a gun
You are a war mongers son
You are theirs to command
No freedom, just a mouth full blood and sand
Your mind interrupted by a catalogue of deaths
You carried out with the utmost brutatlity
You are a clone, a slave, a test
The oxygen you inhale is marked by smoke
Your lungs are black and your heart is pumping poison
Your mind is your home, a backyard infested with demons
Your gun is your love, your sheild, your screaming
As you dance on the warfeild
Mark McConville
