Drop.
 

Drop son, soldier,
Let the bodies drop,
Words so cold even the sun would stop to lock
behind some rocks until this battle is over,
Till the killin field's sober and a soldier turns a cold shoulde....
Atleast until the bullet snaps back,
Relapse, heart attack,
The panic attack attacks,
Image snap back to the skull crack
Where the minds black,
Is this what you came here for?
Look at you, Mr. Hate-therefor,
Therefor I am, like an ignorant man,
Guns on the battlefield, this baligerant clan
Helpless at hand,
Though to others a machine,
Runnin like a strung out crack fiend,
But his drug is murder,
In the distance a mother screams,
But no soldier heard her
Of the thunder of fire arms it seems
Couldn't get any colder,
Look at you now
Mr. Big bad colder soldier, so much older, a little less bolder,
See a lover in your memories, wish you stopped to hold her,
Too late,
That bullet has snapped back,
Relapse,
Time for her panic attack to attack.