Living Dead

I see the lifeless eyes; the bloodied face
I see the spent lives and the sulfur trace
The cards are dealt without an ace
And only now weve entered a race

Towards death; towards a tortured time
To a place filled with filth and gory grime
A place that once was so sublime
But nows its the center of a crime

Guns sound like the morning calls of birds
Mortar shells are the devil's words
Gunmen roaming in vicious herds
Listen closely to my words

Corpses strewn across the street
Blood is flowing at my feet
At this time the demons meet
And to my horror; the come to greet

They bear thier guns; they bear thier smiles
They bear the semblance of the one who riles
On and on in praise of massacred piles
Of bodies stretching out for miles

The land is scorched; the land is burned
The bodies tainted; theyve been overturned
And all this while the demons have yearned
For more blood; more death to be earned

I hear the echoes; I hear the yell
I see it in front of me; I see Hell
The fires burn; never quell
The victims fall to the ring of a bell

To the crack of a gun; to the swipe of a knife
So easily does one lose his life
Lose it all to the strife
Lose it all; sorrows rife

They fall one by one synchronized
Evil is all around; demonized
And only now Ive realized
That its this that I do despise

They fear fear itself; they fear the lies
Oh the massacres they do despise
But all they hear are souless cries
And at this moment the devils rise

The guns are blaring; the bombs are falling
Hells gates have opened and Satan's calling
The land is dead and the deaths appalling
Mothers weep and the babies are bawling

The men are drowning in a bloody red sea
They need help but from who could that be
All this not too far from the dead sea
Locjed up in cages with a lead key

Im not talking bout zombies; these are real
People are suffering; we dont know how they feel
Thats what opression does; emotionless it'll steal
Your conscience; aint that a bad deal

The people are running from eternal pain
Bombs falling on them instead of rain
In death is the only peace they can attain
Without losing thier minds; going insane

Prayer is called by a man but his throat was slit
On what was sacred to us they will spit
The houses of God have been lit
On fire are those who have wit

Fighters face demons like a typhoon wave
Of fire and steel; no one left to save
Indeed it is only the very strong and brave
They stand fighting until they enter thier graves

But now the deaths rise and the peace does subside
The children have fallen and the mothers have cried
Because of the tears the pain can never hide
The flame may have flickered buts its never died

The missiles shriek with the dead souls
The crack of the guns and the war drum rolls
The bodies of the innocent hang from flag poles
And now I question why the guiltles have to pay tolls

Revolution is in the air; thats what they said
But now we see the streets are stained red
United for thier country but now theyre dead
And all the while murderers lay asleep in thier bed

But the martyrs arent forgotten once they are made
In memory of the price they had paid
In return for peace and he needed aid
In out minds they will never fade