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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

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We find songs that we have already heard.

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War Supply

 

War Supply

(album: Octagon - 1995)


War. The ultimate. The pinnacle of friend or foe
Always declared by the high and fought out by the low
Elevated to the state of honourable feud
Fought to capitulation or death. Either him or you

Cannon fodder dressed up proud to fight or even die

Carrying cross of Christ, the star of David, Swastika or word of God
The hammer and the sickle or banner splattered with your blood
Camouflaged and drilled you await all hell in confidence, at peace
Blown apart one could not tell your brains from your feet

As your spirit slips away and Earth drinks from your blood
The irony is that the last thing you'll think is "Oh my God!"

When your...
War supply, war supply, war supply
Not until that mine has torn you in two you'll think just fucking "why"

At the bottom of the crater in a burning deaths terrain
You grab your head as if to keep yourself from going insane
Tracers cut a million burning tracks above your head
Staring at your support weapon, wishing that you'd dare

Just one delicate press on the trigger and it's all gone

Ask yourself if your one life is worth spending this way
Tell me where's all glory you seek among countless young men slain
Indoctrinated as you are by church, school, government and your command
You'll think more of how your death will contribute and benefit your land

In uniform you look all swell as you march off to war
From now on your damn rubber body-bag will be your style forever more

War supply, war supply, war supply, war supply

War supply, war supply, war supply, war supply
War supply, war supply, war supply
Not until that mine has torn you in two you'll think just fucking "why"

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