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Killer

from Descent by FLIGHTLESS

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There’s blood on the ground that we walk,
Forever spilled over useless talk,
Even ghosts can’t cease the guns,
And roadside bodies are counted for funds.
Demons claw at the ankles of our tainted heads.

Each wound gets a little deeper,
Each man a little meaner,
But nothing gets cleaner.
Fuck the class distinction,
Fuck the blue,
Fuck the white,
It’s all shades of gray.

There is so much deceit all around,
The lying media-men fight the war with a pen,
And my effort is the same,
For a very different purpose.
Young men die, while old men talk,
Not even safe on the streets I walk.
Let alone where the bullets are flying,
And people are dying.
Just let it fucking end.

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from Descent, released June 10, 2011

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