Blind Servants

By Pyrokin

On Dysfunctional Minds

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Flags wave, the fight begins

Empty eyes, the fear within

Dust covers the sun

Screaming guns, nowhere to run

We sold our souls, the innocent die

The sky turns red, we don't know why

Marching to the sound of bombs

Evil minds in silent control

Blind servants, pull the trigger

Coward warlords point the finger

Desperation is what we've found

Our brother's underground

Machine guns, a deafening sound

A soldier falls, hitting the ground

Bullets fly, a life erased

A man is killed, nobody carеs

We sold our souls, the innocent cry

Thе sky turns red, we don't ask why

Marching to the sound of bombs

Evil minds in silent control

Blind servants, pull the trigger

Coward warlords point the finger

Desolation is what we've found

Our brother's underground

Machine guns, a deafening sound

A soldier falls, hitting the ground

A sea of eternal fear

A man erased, no one hears

We sold our souls, the innocent die

The sky turns red, we don't ask why

Broken cities, world on fire

The streets, a grave of fallen fighters

Cold wind howls, blood floods the hills

Merciless anger, bred to kill

The field is silent, no one has won

Graves remain where life is gone

I walk through corpses without names

The war is over, the guilt remains

Marching to the sound of bombs

Evil minds in silent control

Blind servants, pull the trigger

Coward warlords point the finger

Desolation is what we've found

Our brother's underground