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There once was a boy,
Who played with guns,
And imagined himself, as a hero.
Killing was a game,
he played alone,
in his room, at home.

Army man, marches full of rage,
Down the path of childhood dreams,
Marchin to his inner grave,
His soul grieves.


Marching down, the red line,
Killing men, without thought

(interlude melodic solo)

Marching down, the red line,
Killing men, without thought


Run for your life, run to your death,
Escape the fire, hold your breath,
shoot and kill, to stay alive,
childhood dreams, cannot survive.


Marching down, the red line,
Killing men, without thought


Death fills the air,
Blood rains from the sky,
To be a hero,
he will die.

(main shred solo)

Marching down, the red line,
Killing men, without thought

Marching down, the red line,
Killing men, without thought

There once, was a man
Who played with guns,
And imagined himself, as a hero,
He fought with many,
but he died alone,
In a country, far from home