A man
Makes of a war
A totem
Your home and your life
And if necessary
He fights
By their country until death
He dreams
Gain from all this
The great good fortune
And live your golden dream
However for your greater dishonor
Everything he believed until today
It is in vain...
Your medals for your bravery
Pure madness
The handshake...
Manipulation
The forced smile...
You are tortured
The strong hug...
And shrapnel in your backs
And a quick thank you...
You are shot
Everything goes into space
All your wounds
Tattooed scars with pride
And to each bullet fired
A gleam in his eyes
Terminates up your war
A heart
Decelerates
And you anxious waits
By a new declaration
Your internal struggle
Will never end
You never will deliver
Until you're lifeless
As a disease
That you will always carry in the blood