Sleeping Ground - Gnostic

Intent

Intent to kill

Intent to destroy

Inside you die

Gather enough hate

Not to question why

Focus, find the will

Rifled sight

Gunshot eyes

Nervous wreck

Forced to Kill

Ignoring Hell

Alive or dead

Intent to kill

All are dressed for battle

The art of war

Found your home

Will not come back

Forever

This pine box fits you

Sleeping ground

Desperation, runs rampid

Kill or be killed

Escaping judgement

At least for now

Foxhole love

Filled with blood

Know fear here

Know your enemy

Intent will not come back

Smell of death is in the air

As they lie in the trench

You can feast your eyes

If you don’t lose your legs

If you hit a mine on this lucky road

Bullets in your flesh

Kill

Napalm, spells like burning flesh

What has happened, I can’t hear

If your number’s up you could just

Lose your life right here!