first person shooter

Why should I compromise & succumb to those eyes

which all the lies love to hide behind?

You can take our names & force us into the games

but you won't take the blame when we all become maimed.

You're calibrating strengths for armies of the future,

testing how long it takes before we lose ya.

I've got a mouthful of memories waiting to explode

all this time you've been trying to run me off the road-

Oh, SHIT it's the end of the line, it's my time

it's my turn to learn who exactly to burn.

Drill into my mind these illegitimate crimes.

The end of the beginning and the end we defend

we mend, pretend it won't happen again.



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