Success: Motivator

WW3

Kill or be killed,
A future that will be spilt,
Blood that should never leave heart,
A war that will grow families apart.

Survival of the fittest,
As we slaughter families to see which blood pool is the richest,
People ill with anger trying to be the sickest,
Minds focused on revenge as we hate being the witness.

I can't even help you,
Witnessing things that I grew,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
For all the pain and glory

One killer has no say but a slaughter with permission is okay,
Trying to get to the dark zone from the grey,
Seeing red and being led astray,
Eyes bloodshed with our prey.

Trying to see family at the ICU,
Looking through the scope, I see you,
Searching for a heart to chew,
Bullets ready to spew.

Trying to look for an enemy,
With blood hands we create a remedy,
Trying to solve it chemically,
Wishing for the ecstasy.

I can't even help you,
Witnessing things that I grew,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
For all the pain and glory  

We start to infect the innocent,
Put guns to the citizen,
To start what we're finishing,
Trying to build up a militant.

Every act sets up the scene,
Trying to protect our queen,
No knowing what it all will mean,
As we set up a doomsday machine.

The day that ends days,
Whole world set in blaze,
All started with a chaise,
And now everyone pays.