The Help
Comrades in the heat of battle,
Guns lighting up,
Like lightning in the black sky,
Faces of the mangled men,
Looking up for mercy,
But war only knows love and hate,
And only a soldier truly sees hate,
The burning animal inside us,
Screaming for food,
For that animal can only be fed when it is awakened,
By the blood and dirt,
It feeds us,
We crave it,
We live for it,
We die for it.
Comrades in the heat of battle,
Guns lighting up,
Like lightning in the black sky,
Faces of the mangled men,
Looking up for mercy,
But war only knows love and hate,
And only a soldier truly sees hate,
The burning animal inside us,
Screaming for food,
For that animal can only be fed when it is awakened,
By the blood and dirt,
It feeds us,
We crave it,
We live for it,
We die for it.