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The Crops under my Bed

Combichrist
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One month in Hell One month amidst exploding shells Cowering on prostrate bodies Waiting to join them To join your comrades Still agonizing, already dead Then our counteroffensive A last attempt to escape from the trap we'd set ourselves Civilians, women and children Slaughtered like cattle Were they our enemies? Their cities burnt to the ground Cities like ours Senseless, needless, hopeless One month in Hell One month amidst exploding shells Cowering on prostrate bodies Waiting to join them To join your comrades Still agonizing, already dead Then our counteroffensive A last attempt to escape from the trap we'd set ourselves Civilians, women and children Slaughtered like cattle Were they our enemies? Their cities burnt to the ground Cities like ours Senseless, needless, hopeless One month in Hell One month amidst exploding shells Cowering on prostrate bodies Waiting to join them To join your comrades Still agonizing, already dead Then our counteroffensive A last attempt to escape from the trap we'd set ourselves Civilians, women and children Slaughtered like cattle Were they our enemies? Their cities burnt to the ground Cities like ours Senseless, needless, hopeless One month in Hell One month amidst exploding shells Cowering on prostrate bodies Waiting to join them To join your comrades Still agonizing, already dead Then our counteroffensive A last attempt to escape from the trap we'd set ourselves Civilians, women and children Slaughtered like cattle Were they our enemies? Their cities burnt to the ground Cities like ours Senseless, needless, hopeless One month in Hell One month amidst exploding shells Cowering on prostrate bodies Waiting to join them To join your comrades Still agonizing, already dead Then our counteroffensive A last attempt to escape from the trap we'd set ourselves Civilians, women and children Slaughtered like cattle Were they our enemies? Their cities burnt to the ground Cities like ours Senseless, needless, hopeless