Say goodbye to mom and dad,
Kiss your wife, so long, there's no way back.
A bitter smile, a stolen gun.
The scariest sky hosts the blackest sun;
Its eager eyes over our heads
Reverberates bright amongst the broken prayers.
An endless plight of crooked lives,
The dust's on fire as we try to
Run! Where to go in this bulletstorm?
This is how we fall down, one by one,
Like old chess pawns in the Black Sun War.
White sheets burn on open wounds.
The pain's too much, please, go call the nurse.
My vision's blurred, the distant croons
Of the marching comrades makes it all much worse.
Make it stop or let me go!
Let me bleed it out besides my fallen pals.
An endless lie.
What have we become?
Just crippled spiders who try to
Run! Where to go in this bulletstorm?
This is how we fall down, one by one,
Like old chess pawns in the Black Sun War.
Under attack!
Run! Where to go in this bulletstorm?
This is how we fall down, one by one,
Like old chess pawns in the Black Sun War.

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