Lone Survivor - Entropy

Talk lives, not numbers

We’re still here when you’re looking down

Same skills, your brothers

You can’t drop a whole town

Take it all with your bill-lined gloves

Don’t worry about your people

Let them burn to the ground

All so you can stick around

All the guts

No glory

Same skills

All the guts

No glory

We don’t make the story

To say that pride makes you sick,

Makes you the one with doubt.

The one with the worn out mind

Not one with the times.