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To kill a man is to crush a dream
To crush a dream, to secure your own
And though foreign blood burns like a sickness
Killing that man will get you home
So thrust the bayonet through his chest
Pray he dies a painless death
He's no better, you're no worse
But only the survivor will come in first
How can you sit there
Wading in your lies?
Does it make you smile
To see them die?
Their blood is on your hands
But you like the look of red
To kill a man, a horrible thought
Cast his blood upon the battered stone
Feel the burning, as he drives the blade
And know your death will get him home
Your body's given to the ground
Another name upon a stone
But in the sea of likewise crosses
Your tragic life will never be found
Their blood is on your hands
But you like the look of red
Their blood courses through your veins
The only difference between you and the dead
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