Yards of Empty Cists

Yes I'm scared My gun is too heavy And my mind Oh, it trembles as much as my feet Anyway I love 'Till my end comes It's near, oh And my cist I know it will be Soon my rest Freezing fear Shoot a ball Kill them all Death is near You shouldn't care Today you'll die No God is there Now watch the rye Another day Another night When Charlie's there We f*ck them well And no one talks And no one lives A massacre A genocide All on me Fire is burning I don't feel The five metal bullets I received All alone Alone now I'm dying Run away Run while you can