Death Toll - Hackneyed, Nikita Kamprad

He was the cause your life fell apart

You ended his with several bullets through the heart

The acrid stench of puke and smoke

Still tearing through your nose and throat

The numbness gone, shots ringing still

Defying self-disgust you’re on to your next kill

Here we are, nowhere to run away to

Death leads the way — you have to pay

No sign of mercy, no hint of ruth

The one with the gun — gets to tell the truth

The roots of this world

Built on honor and family

My all in all — now it’s gone

You brought me here

You made me, what I’ve become

Fighting this war till we’re done

Now I’ve been here a thousand times

Delusion of clarity when the death toll chimes

Your eyes will close, your world fade to black

And you will die with my hands around your neck

Here we are, nowhere to run away to

Death leads the way — you have to pay

No sign of mercy, no hint of ruth

The one with the gun — gets to tell the truth

Here we are, the last of our kind

Is this justice, 'cause our rage has gone blind

My conscience long gone cold and coarse

Into dirt you’ll be tossed

No grave and no cross

The roots of this world

Built on honor and family

My all in all — now it’s gone

You brought me here

You made me, what I’ve become

Been fighting this war — are we done?