Expectations of actions – that conform foreign beliefs
Put in position to be killed – you have to go – you have to fight
There’s no one else that’s capable – no one else would even dare

Put your life on the line without a word
Silent and stealth, just like you were trained to kill

Your hands are tied, you’ve been compromised
As the bullets rain down on your hide

Twenty yards and counting
The ememy rears his head
Black eyes glaring hate
In his heart

Blood and sweat mixed with earth
Bloody mess, stench of death
Blood and sweat mixed with earth
Searing flesh is what you’re worth

Sent to defend, train to kill by the ones who called you an animal

Your hands are tied, you’ve been compromised
As the bullets rain down on your hide
Your hands are tied, you’re gonna die
By decisions made in someone elses mind