I looked and saw the bloody wall
I stooped to understand it all
The forms that are charging through the fog
Are surely monsters like rabid dogs
The illusion is more fable than the right score
To hear hearty voices of commanders on shore
The running feet from of an incoming force
Brings a certain despairing gloom and remorse
To know that they will never enjoy
This little world we call our toy
They want to die and we would rather live
They can only take what we came to give
If they would just stop and listen
That our intentions for them are written
Seek and destroy all that offends
These lunatic ideas and way out trends
To exterminate innocents what really gives?
I stooped down to be able to see
The blood on the walls that seems so free
The price they pay is the booty we take
The freedom for all is not at all a fake