• A knife for a friend and a bullet for my enemy
    A knife for those closes and a shotgun for those closer
    A knife for self fun and a gun for joy

    Assassin and Solders
    All the same
    Are the key to life and death

    Now load your weapons
    Chose wisely
    For the grime reaper comes to claim the souls of those who stand all around you

    Let the blood soak in your skin
    Let the cry’s bring joy
    Let the fools see the truth to insanity

    For we are the killers that grow
    For we are the worriers that fight
    For we hold the keys in are fingers

    The trigger finger itches
    The grip gets tighter
    The mind train to kill in the first strike

    Now chose which side you stand
    The one holding the blade weapon
    Or
    The one holding the gun
    Either way death is coming for all