he always feels so bad seeing red flakes on the groundnit's been almost three years now since he came in this wild townnnbut his feet are still on the ground and his eyes still pouring tearsnand each time the sun goes down his head is full of fears nnamerican soldier you're a puppet of the big clownnthat uses you to win his goddamn oil warnnand you kill for some lies and when you die he says he's very sorry ndon't you think it's worth the try your life in the hands of Stupidity nnyou can't even run away you're the prisonner of warnyou know i'd like to break your cell but our fight isn't fairnnhe uses his god as an excuse to justify his thirst of powernwar against war never worked well so please hold your flowernn