He just sits and waits for them to kick in the door He once was a hero they don't love him no more There's a blast, every time a foot hits the floor His gift for not fighting another man's war And if they can get their hands on the mask that he wore On his face, they can put somebody else in his place and restore The state, the illusion that its safe the faith, that being a slave is great As gas fills the room and rockets destroy everything around him He stands to find himself surrounded By thousands of soldiers that his once trained to never miss their targets Heartless, Hello Darkness
XxXx_BlindReaper_xXxX · Fri Dec 26, 2008 @ 09:40pm · 0 Comments |