Full Frontal Assault -

The gathering smell of rotteness

Is cutting through my brain

Slicing up my friends

And then killing the pain

Gathered here together for our final day

Never ending strain

Fighting tooth and nail

Short on munitions

The say War is hell

Slaughtered for the objective

In the thick of the battle

Going on an onslaught

In a desperate struggle

Blind suicide, pain and suffering

On the other side

There is no reason why

In this viscious circle

Surely one will die

War cry fix bayonets

In the face of death

No time for regrets

The brunt of the attack

Full frontal assault

Suicidal rampage

Families !

Corpses strewn upon the battle fields

Memories !

An old wound never heals

The gathering smell of rotteness

Is cutting through my brain

Slicing up my friends

And then killing the pain

Gathered here together for our final day

Political corrupts and hypocrites

And fanatical religiousness

Commit us to die for whos country?

So who is the real enemy

Puppets and leaders

And pawns in the game

Victims of the high command

Sacrificed in vain

Full frontal assault

Suicidal rampage

Life is to serious to take seriously

Greg Conan