Chibulitude (Trained To Kill) کے بول

We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Cuddled up to eah other The pighead full of straw(s) The whispers we exchange Are devoid of meaning Army must have moral men Able to use their instinctive pulsions to kill Without any emotion(s) Without any passion Without any judgement I commit hundred(s) (of) horrors Horrors you've seen But you refuse to see Cause they get too much For the ordinary men Words are powerless to describe Clearly what is necessary For those who don't know What the real horror means You've (got) no right to call me (an) assassin But you've (got) the right to kill me You've (got) the right to do it But you've (got) no right to judge me