You really like this shit don't you It's your job, your story You're waiting here like a fucking vulture Waiting for someone to die So you can take a picture It's my job I got more respect for the little bastards up there At least they take a side You just take pictures You probably don't even do your own fucking No one asked my AO You listen to me I'm gonna take this fucking hill and lose men I see you on the top taking pictures of any of my people I will blow your fucking head off Choking clouds of death Drift across the land Mustard gas burns lungs, blisters flesh, ends life Grotesque spasms Wrenching up blood Thousands lay dead in the trenches Soldiers drive forth Break through the lines Strongholds have fallen Many more to die Stalemate broken Anthem for doomed youth Testament to man's greed Bloody mud clogged with death Gears of war grind poor souls Anthem for doomed youth Testament to man's greed Pulverize human flesh Trenches filled with dying souls Accepting death without question Years shall pass by Will we learn? Are we so blind to such waste? Will we ever learn from the past? Pain, misery, death, suffering