Suppressive Fire:

Bleed across the battlefield.
Boom boom bloody fighter,
Kaboom scarlet spider.
Bullets blaze in a bloody haze.
Boom boom bloody fighter,
Kaboom scarlet spider.

Fighting in a violent war,
A mastery of catastrophe,
Settling the schism score,
A disaster please, that's all I'm asking please.

Why?
Why do we fight?
Why do we march sir?
Why do we hide from the light?

Fighting back, the populous pissed,
Charging toward my dearest dawn,
Fighting through the blood red mist,
Charging toward the red alarm.

My guns, this gore,
Godly perpetrators.
Their guns, this gore,
Criminals of war.
My heart, My home,
Constant metronome.
Their children, their wives,
Disarraying among petty lives.
Yep, this is my home!