Cold War

A scar red on the wolrd
So big the lose control
Weapons ake over the local
A nation behind strong walls

The ground feel the army
Stop to think really
On the strategy
The honor goes up in me

In exchange of fire
There is a small wire
Passing among soldiers
And between liars
F
Without white flags
Just peoples like a trash
With strong cars
This is a sad history of cold war

Loaded weapons
Leave for dream on
Prepare to drink his blood
Enter now on the road

The computer tell us
The invaders are our tusks
On the look gun
No more to run

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In a small forest
The sight show us the misssle
The helicopter goes to east
Even the eagle hears

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