This is hell
This is merc country
All are killers
Some have morals
Some just kill no questions asked
And the few you hid from
The ones who don't kill
The thinkers
We all are soldiers for hire
The all mighty dollar drives us
Even the nuns are armed here
So fuck off
You aren't wanted here
We are lords of weapons
Not punks who think gangster is boss
Death is an old friend to us
Life spits on us
Both we hold in our hands
Blades, words, power, amd guns
It doesn't matter
They are our tools to live with
We make our luck daily
And lose it daily
We chose this
This hell on earth
Weapons are our masters
On this path
This crimson path
Lord of weapons we be
Death lords we are
Bloodless we are
Never ending thirst for blood
Gunpowder is our blood
Metal is our bones
No matter the reason money is all that keeps us moving forward
Death snares us so easily
Friends come and go
Same with foes
Friend or foe makes no difference
We will fight each other in a heartbeat
And just as quickly fight for each other
Nothing left for us
We all have died
Welcome to hell
Fuck off government officials
We are freedom incarcerated