Teksty: Dirt. Other. Then.

The smell of sweat the smell of fear. Opened wounds and sees of tears. Bloodstained promises we just don't hear. Battle cries. Battle scars. The sound of death not quite so far. Broken homes and burnt out cars. Shattered memories. Shattered dreams. Life itself seems so obscene. Once was laughter replaced by screams. Bullets passing overhead. Where children play now soldiers tread. A race of people left for dead