The Torture

Blood soaked despair
 Creating an air of paranoia
 Where brothers fear each other
 And kill without question
 Shooting in all directions
 Trampling each other, cudgeling deaths
 The sickness grips right at the throat
 Diabolical means, proving the point
 Of human weakness
 Tactically implemented paradigm
 Designed in the laboratory
 Men losing control of their minds
 Hallucinating horrific distortions
 Flesh feeding the military machine
 Bringing troops to their knees
 Begging for relief
 That will only come in some form of death
 Choking on blood, ripping apart
 Gutted corpses, stale the stench
 Of powder and rot, loud the sound
 Of endless bombs, horrific the sights
 Choking on blood, ripping apart
 Gutted corpses, stale the stench
 Of powder and rot, loud the sound
 Of endless bombs, horrific the sights
 Not one stands still
 Researchers examine
 Remains they created
 By subjecting these poor souls
 To the torture