war, welcome to   war, the garden of   war, can you smell   war, can you taste   hate, no release from   hate, psychological   hate, can you tolerate   hate      look at the devastation,   fear of annihilation happening right before   my eyes   now that the end is near,   tell me what i'm doing here,   looking for answers from the divine      flesh, welcome to   flesh, the garden of   flesh, can you smell   flesh, can you taste   blood, welcome to   blood, the garden of   blood, can you taste   blood      i don't want to kill anymore, i won't kill      the sky above is raining red from a   hundred thousand dead   but the general wants a hundred thousand   more   move out and take that hill, the order is to   maim and kill   it's time for us to even up the score      as i race into the fire, i have only one   desire   let me see the light, another day   bombs bursting all around, shell-shocked   as i hit the ground   i struggle to my knees and start to pray      can't tell if my brother's breathing, and i   just can't stop the bleeding      i am my mothers' only son      torture, welcome to the   torture, the garden of   torture, can you smell   torture, can you taste   pain, no release from   pain, psychological   pain, can you tolerate   pain