Tell me the number of people you will kill
Tell me the number of kids in ecstasy over your steel
You are dreaming to come home like hero
But being home to go to hell
Your eyes are empty, and only fire that makes you fell
You are useless in homeliness
You are a war son, war is calling you
Ready to start the mortal game against people like you
United soldiers of thе world
And you will say this world's last word
When you peacefully look at your family photo
With thе happy faces during your holiday life
It comes to you that those times have gone
And nothing can be done
Dying father asked to fu*k that other's war off
Crying mother cuddled you seeing you off
Brother didn't care as he went the same direction to death
With the difference that his ammunition was dope
And those who laughed at each other were both
But now both are dying one in a den like a worm
The other like hero in a trench
And you, brothers, are watching the same photo