Letras: Pro-pain. Act Of God. In For The Kill.

ground troops are chasin

the whites of your eyes

close all the doors and

take a word from the wise

deploy in the sand
arm personnel and


drive like a knife

through the heart of the land



the heart of the land

where time stood still

against our will

won't get no rest until





we're in for the kill
bombs over head will make you




warheads are launched
fall to your knees

with infectious disease


no place to run to and
nowhere to hide

so why did you take us


along for the ride?


along for the ride
where time stood still


against our will


won't get no rest until


we're in for the kill