...So We Can Die Happy

A storm…
Obscured, dispersed
Fuck them, slaughter …
Cowardice
Kill them, kill them
Our soldiers are …
How we’ll make a trail of bread
So that we can die happy
You scream
… we’re going down
I- Total fucking (?burn?)
II- Our soldiers fighting…
III- All this fucking insanity
Our soldiers are …
How we’ll make a trail of bread
So that we can die happy
The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round