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Bottled Lives

We’re the scary snipers up in a tower,
That you made with quantic power,
Our bottled lives, just draining down the sink.

 

Another life gone, what is the price?
It doesn’t really matter, be it once or twice.
Just bottled lives, gone in half a blink.

 

So send us out, we are the best.
To break the chains off of the oppressed,
Our names are known, by every soldier here.
But nobody knows our pasts or the prices,
Our minds are held in mental vices,
Bottled lives, where light will never shine.

 

Got a feeling now, our blood will boil
From the heat of scalded soil.
All for profit, it’s just pennies, dimes.
We fought for what we thought was real,
That emblem made of silver steel,
Freedom, they saw chaos, we saw rights.
I can’t see how our world has changed,
Moral lines are now deranged.
This war brings Reapers’ callings, and scythes.

 

We’re the scary snipers up in a tower,
That you made with quantic power,
Our bottled lives, like water down the sink.






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