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Pain in my brain

And dust in my soul

A desert this place

And sunlight is black

I hold a gun and smell of my blood

I shoot to kill

To taste your flesh

Bodies and tears

Under the bombs

Hell of blood and naked bones

I don't know where I am

Maybe I'm mad

I've lost my mind

I killaround

Maybe is war

Agnostic front

No way out to escape from

Someway I'm in the front

Some how I live in my dreams

I slide in my nightmares screams

I shoot to kill

To loose my soul

But I'm still a warrior

In an  agnostic front

No matter - How many dies

I wanna stop - Taking these lives

I pray - For peace - No war anymore

But peace is - An undeclared war

Agnostic...Agnostic...Agnostic...Front