Burial Vault - Weapon Without A Choice

Born into this world
I learned the bitter truth
About living in a world of war

Since I was a child
I was always drilled to kill
Constant rejection of my free will

Impelled by their wrath
They rear troops of rage

Biological warfare – I shall become their gun

My childhood controlled by their lies
My innocence raped by their ignorance
No individuality – Domination of the group
My childhood, torn to shreds

Absurd phrases
Raven my thoughts

Despondency takes command
Black despair compels me
Destroys me

Pestilence

Pointless malediction

I'm the spawn of their malevolent nation

My war starts at the sharp end
I have to face what they call ‘fiendNow I'm a weapon
Without a choice

Who is the villain? Who is to blame?
I wait a second and I aim

In my ballistic curve
There is just my head

I'm no longer part of this terror

I'm no longer part of this disease

Salvation by suicide