One lonely Man. Picked despite his Will. To fight for his Country. Supposedly Born and Bred to Kill. He was afraid to Die. To Kill, or to Fight. He had the Love of Jesus.
Contemplating death, untimely near. It's not your death developing your fear. Deteriorating state, hope is lost. Your greed for life is beyond the cost.
Torn between Life. Dividing Inside. Dwelling on the Lies. They made to build their Lives. Born an Accident. In a World where no one Fits. A Fact of life for me.
All is consumed by vanity. Whims of short lived mortality. Our desperate cries of pity. Are carried on winds for eternity. And lost in forgotten echoes....
Eyes... persuade the Mind. Ears... believe the Lies. One's own Society cries. Such a wasted Fate. Pre-programmed Hell. Reality is just a state of mind.
Loss of Vision. Brain Contusion. Sight and short of Breath. Heartbeat pounding, Pulse is slowing. Light has turned to Black. Excruciating Agony. Have you lost your Will to Live?.
Feasting on rancidness. Not seeing through the self-accusing lies. Are hordes of wormly cowards. Who hesitate and fail to bring their dreams to life. Oppression.
Living high, no Life denied. A Game's your Life. Every Time is Right. And one of these Times you're gonna Die. Racing Death, tempting Fate. You lose Control.