Mad Deuce

Slaves to the gun.
We are forsaken with a curse.
Nothing but zombies with a bone saw.
Devastate the enemy.
We fight.
We fight.
We only fight what you fear.
And we will push it ‘till there’s no one left to break.
This blood is thicker than the water that gave life to me.
Knowing that we’ll never be the same.
They ate my people’s flesh and put me down to the ground.
Building me up to spit me right back out.
Now I’m a servant of death and I will never back down.
For I let fear grab me by my god damned neck.
I only fight for my brothers
so let your bullets fly out to whistle and buzz around my fucking head.