There’s no need to smile or be nice,
Our enemy’s have hearts of ice.
We’ll kill all on our patrol
It’s not like they have a soul.
We’ll shoot them dead,
Always aim for the head,
Our conscience is small,
No one cares at all.
You can fire at will,
Don’t adjust one mil.
We’ll just spray and pray,
We’ll kill all in our way.
We’re fresh out of the mold,
We’ll do what we are told.
They say, “their death fair sacrifice,”
So it’s us with the hearts of ice.
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