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From Dysfunctional Minds

Blind Servants

Pyrokin

3:32 March 17, 2025
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Lyrics

Flags wave, the fight begins,
Empty eyes, the fear within.
Dust covers the sun,
Screaming guns, nowhere to run.

We sold our souls, the innocent die,
The sky turns red, we don't know why.

Marching to the sound of bombs,
Evil minds in silent control.
Blind servants, pull the trigger,
Coward warlords point the finger.
Desperation is what we've found,
Our brother's underground.

Machine guns, a deafening sound,
A soldier falls, hitting the ground.
Bullets fly, a life erased,
A man is killed, nobody cares.

We sold our souls, the innocent cry,
The sky turns red, we don't ask why.

Marching to the sound of bombs,
Evil minds in silent control.
Blind servants, pull the trigger,
Coward warlords point the finger.
Desolation is what we've found,
Our brother's underground.

Machine guns, a deafening sound,
A soldier falls, hitting the ground.
A sea of eternal fear,
A man erased, no one hears.

We sold our souls, the innocent die,
The sky turns red, we don't ask why.

Broken cities, world on fire.
The streets, a grave of fallen fighters.
Cold wind howls, blood floods the hills,
Merciless anger, bred to kill.

The field is silent, no one has won,
Graves remain where life is gone.
I walk through corpses without names,
The war is over, the guilt remains.

Marching to the sound of bombs,
Evil minds in silent control.
Blind servants, pull the trigger,
Coward warlords point the finger.
Desolation is what we've found,
Our brother's underground.

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