After war, on the return trip, burning my psyche
Extracting the passion from the paws of Christ, it's pricey
Nuclear frost, California first to break off
Space cowboys, 30 CC's, ready for take off
Lieutenant's tank holding my rank, we climb skyports
Islamic amputees disguised as cyborgs
I was born to die the first martyr
Torn from a place with burnt buildings and no father
Raise the etiquette of warface torture's to make
War to Kuwait grenades tossed I through the corpse in the lake it's more cake
Revolution 9, New York quake, state of emergency
Bridges and tunnels this underworld is a murder spree
Fucking with G, World Trade in the cloud
Terror Network, I'm still smelling people downtown
Wipe some tear gas, the Yin and the Yang, dead in the fear
10 to 15, they watch the dent in Heaven appear