United soldiers of the world
And you will say this world’s last word

When you peacefully look at your family photo
With the happy faces during your holiday life
It comes to you that those times have gone
And nothing can be done.

Dying father asked to fuck that other’s war off,
Crying mother cuddled you seeing you off,
Brother didn’t care as he went the same direction to death,
With the difference that his ammunition was dope.
And those who laughed at each other were both.
But now both are dying one in a den like a worm,
The other like hero in a trench.
And you, brothers, are watching the same photo