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Skin Trade

de The Old Paths

Bludgeoned, bleeding, burning, screaming, barely alive
Cattle feeding, hardly eating, waste of life
Forest sweeping, slowly creeping, look in their eyes
Bullets meeting flesh with teeth to rip out their insides

Rage is a shadow behind me
Sorrow is what I will unleash
It's time, the fabric is coming apart

I am now one with pain
This focused mind must guide me through

Smoking village, torn and pillaged, run for their lives
Killing women, shooting children, must stay alive
I find one dead, gunshot in head, I look in his eyes
With chewed off lips he smiles at me, I'm coming apart

Burns remind me I am here
Can't count the dead, can't count the years
Into the ditches as darkness falls
I can smell them crawling through the pits of hell!

Like the Sun, the explosions sear the sky
Burning brightly, its shrapnel tastes my flesh

I'm ripped apart
I have been ripped

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