load up the weapons army fatigues made for the desert, mission accepted.. freelance with no direction shoot till im deaf without sound then whats progressing stoup to the depths when all the hits are infective, but never a faker got shit that will earthquake ya fake noisemaker after 3 bullets you spit a tracer i stay with a scope...couple bombs made out of soap knife to the throat pull the gauge the range is close you thought when you spoke, not thinking properly shows you already lost if 1 man can kill your squad think of hi squad and all the damage they'll cause insanity cause you facing us all i feel alive when death is in my eyes 10000 bullets fly by without the time and i know that im getting mine but ima ride with fire in my eyes.