Bullets fly and bombs explode,
Some voices scream, some voices choke.
Some are killed, some left alone.
Some people now have dirt for homes.
The reason why is still unknown
To brainwashed dogs who want a bone.
Who follow orders from the throne
From a pig who couldn't hold is own.
And even though my family's gone,
My house is rubble on the lawn,
I still smile through it all.
Not because I'm still alive,
Or that I still see through my eyes.
It's not the fact that I can walk,
That I can hear, that I can talk.
I'd still smile alive or dead,
Just as long as I'm not one of them.