War

Let me fight in your war

I'll be the blood and gore 

On the battlefield floor

It's a pleasure to play the part

Of a man who still has a heart

My wounds run red and it's art

I'd like to feel the bullet's breath

Breathing down my neck

There's a beauty in death

When the blast of a grenade

Finds me past the barricade

Please don't come to my aid

Am I a martyr?

Am I a saint?

Or just a corpse in the rain?

Did this bring me nothing but pain?