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war is the way
rip off your head
a rule to kill
power and bread
are we insane?
blast in your brain
is this our fate?
word terminate
so bloody but free
only sorrow we'll see
freedom and life-just our fantasy
sick mother gave birth to a son
he'll live by the shotgun
he' ll die by the shotgun.
