Freedom, peace and all the bullshit ... call it luxury state of the art, when only death brings redemption. Graduate, then grab a gun and fight until you get blown apart. When you get home you'll be a man, son. Now go ... make Daddy proud!
The lucky bastard made it back in one piece, not like most of his friends. And while they rot in the desert he's just glad he made it through a war that just won't come to an end. But what stayed were
the nightmares of blood in the sand.
Bloodstains on the concrete ... oh, would take away the pain? Those damn pictures in my head ...
A bunch of friends, a box of beer, two guys who weren't too fond of his past. And in the end he snapped. They picked a fight, he picked a gun and shot those fuckers straight in the face – a point-blank execution
Oh, my God! Burn me alive, it's my time to die! Cuffed up, locked up like a beast, they walked him right in front of the judge. „Now, that is your hero of war?“ First they trained him, then they blamed him, asked him „What the fuck's you excuse?“ „I just did what I got paid for ...“
released October 19, 2013
lyrics: Nico Balletta