I Turn My Music Up

I hear violent screams
And cries pleading for help
I see the soldiers marching
And the victims that will yelp

I turn my music up

I hear the frickin gunshots
And the horrible battle cries
I see the soldiers fall to the ground
And I watch them as they die

Still I turn my music up

I hear the pain of hunger
And the bombs buzzing by
I see the planes passing
And watch them as they fly

I turn my music up

I hear the sounds of breaking hearts
There tearing into two
family's are tearing apart
The next one could be you

But still I turn my music up

I hear a song of death
As I count down to three
I feel the reapers prescence
The next to die is me

I turn my music off