Mudfinger - Hell

Down the trench, home alone yeah I’m lying here On a bench made of wood sucking down my fear Beating heart like the breach of a machine gun Accompanied by dead friends waiting for the end Artillery holds me down forces me to bend On my bench cowering Yeah, I clench my gun Hell - Yeah, hell is some place Where I lost my identity I - Yeah I’ve been there man So beware what the fuck I’ve seen Like a wonder almost deaf but I’m still not dead my uniform is completely soaked with my cold sweat on my life no one ever ever gave a shit Here’s the order getting up starting an assault and the barrel of my rifle yeah, it’s so worn out feeling like a bloody git Like some maggots all my fellows crawling through dirt I took a hit but I’m scared ‘cause it does not hurt leaving just a bloody trail Wow, screaming bullets all around me strike into the sand what the hell have I lost in this god damn land? Peggin‘ out for your greed of gain