Skinflint

The Fallen

Skinflint


Bullet pierced bodies
Lay down dead
They never returned back home
Rivers of blood and corpses
All flowing to their makers
Large armies raised by conscription
All with a killing ego
Half of the dead of great war
Don't even have a known grave
Use of mustard gas and chlorine
Choking the victim to death
Large armies raised by conscription
All with a killing ego

Shoot them down and let them join the fallen
Pierce their hearts and let them join the fallen
Shoot them down and let them join the fallen
Pierce their hearts and let them join the fallen