The Target

Smoke fills the battlefield
A metal box as my coffin.
Try to survive this hellhole
With the enemy on my tail

Burning fields block my view
Fallout stops me in my tracks
Hear them coming over the lines, will the strike
Will they attack

Dark shadow from behind
Fear of death striking me
I'm the target, locking on
Blasting the shit out of me

No way out
Locked in a coffin
Is this the way that I die

In a flash everything stops
Is this the way it all ends
My live hanging in a balance
A thin line of no return

Complete silence in my head
Blood is running from my ears
The blast blocked my vision
Bomb fragments made me blind

No way out
Locked in a coffin
Is this the way I die

No escape, I'm trapped inside
Feel the flames, it bums my skin.
Thick smoke, is choking me
No one that honors me

Smoke fills the battlefield
A metal box as my coffin.
Try to survive this hellhole
With the enemy on my tail
Burning fields block my view
Fallout stops me in my tracks
Hear them coming over the lines
Will they strike, will they attack