Locked in battle, locked in place,
in this place, history will be erased.
Humanity once started here long ago,
it ends here by the group every day.

Search and seizure, snatch and grab,
caught a bullet in your place.
RPG's like the rain of fire,
God doesn't love us anymore.

Round for round, punch for punch,
tangled web that never ends.
taxis with bombs in the back,
Infantrymen on the charge.

Lock and load, pull the pin,
we're not here to wound.
Hand gernades and claymore mines,
we don't kill one, we kill eight or nine.

Another day, another death,
same shit, just a different day.
Little kids run up asking for water,
and turn around and throw rocks at us.

Sniper in place, over iron sights,
feel free to stick your head out.
I can't believe what I'm doing anymore,
but at least I'm getting out soon.

04/30/2005

Posted on 05/01/2005
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