Remains of Bloodbath
Marching worried one by one the men are of to war a once stuffed zone now blank and dead a bloodbath coast in store aim the unknown squad fire the ruthless kid drop your witless brain empty your firing kit left their friends behind triggered their brainwashed minds slayed whatever moved dropped like fallen cattle those left where sent home like missing parts and reborn skulls hallucinations and crime addiction elusive behavior now craving crime one by one no way for any outlet walls are close they're off to complete their crimes no man's land flooding marching and killing their way foes mutilated hand in hand and evident decadence shattered through nothingless dismembered neighborhood an active graveyard aim fire drop empty left triggered slayed dropped