Gloomy the sky is dark and the sense of melancholy fills the air
Standing on my feet, hopefully I’m not in the crosshair
I know even if I live I won’t be a millionaire
Gunshots firing, war is never fair
Watching people die, it’s a living nightmare
What important, my country or my welfare?
It’s scary watching the enemies as they glare
Playing it safe because this is a game of solitaire
shaken up, I think I got dirty underwear
Explosions happening everywhere, even midair
I’m just hoping to make it out without a wheelchair
We fight for what? To save the multimillionaires?
Ready to go home, signaling my flare
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