Look at this shit called war. Where the poor kill and die to make the rich even richer. Let the oilfields burn. If the profit wasn't there they'd abort the mission.
I stood by somebody else and then I stood by you. I couldn't move my legs, I didn't know what to do. I fail to find the words, I try hard to be cool. I die to hear your voice, it's smoothly ringing in the room.