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Bullets are flying

Flying over my head

IEDS are planted in

the streets The cowards are hiding

Hiding behind your rules

Fired upon from the roof tops

Pre Chorus

I don’t want to die in this hell

I hope I served you well

Chorus

My hands are tied by your rules

How many must die before you see

Set me free to do what I was sent to do

The enemy is standing

Standing right in front of me

Break these chains that bind me Orders from high

Orders from high above

How many must die until you realize

Pre Chorus