Grave Living The Dead Behind

Bulletrain awakens me,
All is black but I still see,
Reek of death reek of fear,
Call of duty claims its price.
Falling – bleeding – dying.
Twisted bodies surround me,
Leave the dead behind,
Striking forward for a cause,
That I once believed.
Striking – ripping – crying.
Is this humanity,
This is not my belief,
Living the dead behind,
Bless their souls.