Friendly Fire

We fucked among the bodies, blown off hands grabbing breast
Severed legs helping us to dig in, who started this mess
Babies born and grown right here on the battlefield
The killing switch has been flipped, humanity has lost it's protective shield

How do you turn it off, once the switch has been turnt on
How do you dam up all of this aggression once the juices start flowing
The young set off as squads all headed in different directions
Their weapons and team members are their only protection

As we move battlefield to battlefield, we continue to rape producing more of the same
Using shredded and bloodied uniforms as pillows without any shame
Heads lined up with eyes opened wide, letting them watch there last porno
We would let them join in but where their bodies are, no one seems to know

So we use the torsos as pillows when propping up our victims asses with uniforms
To us this isn't rape, it's BDSM, it's our will to conform
The screams and shrieks are a part of the game driving us on
We stop at or for nothing, not even when the babied are born

Rejuvenated we rise from among the dead, trekking in search of Death
We hear the battle over the hill and we can smell Death's breath
She promises something that we have all come to need
we each hunger for our own introduction, dam near with a greed

As we descend the hill no more than walking dead here for support
Air support was called in, but who the fuck made the report
Coordinates were miscalculated, we ended up in a friendly fire storm
Through error today we celebrate, our joining Death and all those that have gone