War Hissing, whistling, flying by One man falls another man cries Blood, guts, sweat, and tears These gruesome things provoke men’s fears Dying, crying we all fall down One man’s gain is another man’s doubt Pull my trigger here my yell I send another man to hell We carry our broken brothers home To set them free so they may roam I’m broken torn and ruined inside In a sick sort of way I wish I had died |






