On The Battlefield - Terminal Choice

We gotta fight

To survive this life

We gotta run

Run away from this injury

We gotta pray

To the Gods of war

We gotta kill

Express what’s on your mind

You are the hunter

Hunting for peace and justice

You are the killer

Kill what’s on the other side

You are the winner

In this game of power

But you are the loser

In this thing called life

So stand up, take your weapon

And prepare to fight

You go to war

You’re a soldier

What you do is right

There’s nothing you can do

To escape from this terror

The death, the blood everywhere

On the battlefield

You lost your youth

On the battlefield

You lost your hope

You lost your life