Battle Lines

Armored trucks rollin', clinkin' like chains,

Boots hit the dirt, heartbeat insane,

Sirens wail loud, midst the bullets and rain,

Chaos unfurled, streets turned to insane.

Smoke in the air, night vision on point,

Tanks push forward, crush concrete like toys,

Green laser beams, silence the noise,

Adrenaline high, every soldier deploys.

Battle lines drawn, no retreat, no surrender,

Enemy in sight, pull the trigger, hit the center,

Blood and sweat, spit and pride to defend her,

War drums pound, hearts cold as December.

Riffs break the silence, rhythm like war cries,

Shrapnel flies fast, tear the grey skies,

Camouflage patterns blend with blood and demise,

Thunder feels closer, as another one dies.

Grenades explode, brief light in the shadows,

Charging through the ruins, like stampedes of cattle,

Screams echo harsh, midst the clash and the battle,

Victory taste bitter, a toast with no flatter.

Metal and bass, the anthem of the clash,

Rappers spittin' fury, each verse a salvo's flash,

War's dark poetry, caught in the thrash,

Echoes of conflict, in the roaring smash.