The land that we walk on seems so crowded anymore.
So how do they expect us to find some fuckin' work?
Sometimes I think they kill just to make some fuckin' room.
Sometimes I think and I realize I hate this fuckin' world.
Combat crisis.
I'm tired and I feel like nothing is worth it anymore.
The fight gets to me but I'll keep up with my enemies.
Never give in. Never give up what you're fighting for.
It's hard, but to be free, I'll keep going until we're done with the;
A headstrong leader, raised by a fool-
there's no relief in sight until he's done.
I see no good that will come from this war,
but he's all for himself and none for all
