Generations of torture, maiming the world,
Youth with rifles and water, recruiting the poor,
Life and death, in only one hand, the choice left,
Selection of the best, intelligence passed and violence kept,
Generation of Terminators, the Rambo's and Predator's,
Dead and gone the aggregator, passed over for another.

My hand will not cause this pain,
I will not hold this gun,
I leave you to your own game,
I am not going to be here when you are done.

The dark horse watches from the clouds,
As your life stitches the depths of the ground.

My hand will not cause this pain,
I will not hold this gun,
I leave you to your own game,
I am not going to be here when you are done.

The dark horse watches from the clouds,
As your life stitches the depths of the ground.

Useless really, figthing and destroying,
Speeding up the inevitable end painstakingly fast,
Apparently, I am not the only one that wants to watch it,
As you begin to chip away, watching the fragments drift,
Would you like a match? I ask, I think it would be easier,
You can watch it burn better, speed up the process a bit faster.

My hand will not cause this pain,
I will not hold this gun,
I leave you to your own game,
I am not going to be here when you are done,

I refuse to standby as you destroy,
My hand will not cause this pain.

Really like it Fear. Especially the refrain.

Really good Fear. The sense of violence in conveyed.

Thanks for the compliments everyone, much appreciated as always. I like the haunting repetition of the refrain, it goes well with the pre-chorus in this one.

Thanks again for the compliments.

nice job.

Thank you, Simone, glad you enjoyed it.

As your hands shall not do, mine also shall hold to that true.

Great read man..

Damn, I'd love to hear music behind this one! Well done.

Here is what I listened to when I wrote it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBwa8nqtris

Thank you for the compliments, much appreciated as always.