I was born to kill
This curse upon me
To always shoot straighter
Than my enemy
Iron and wood
Bonded by grace
Forming beauty, causing pain
It's just a sick joke, the duality of man
Raising up a peaceful flag, and killing with the other hand
Kill me quick
The dead only know
One single thing
That it is better to be alive
Live rounds make dead men
(7.62 mm)
In a world of shit, I am alive
And I'm not afraid
Afraid to die