Black Sky (Meden Agan)

Waiting to make a movement I'm ready to break this silence Hidden under this burning sand Lost in a no man's land I defend my position To protect my nation The thousand miles from my wife So close to lost my life Death, Bombs, Guns, What am I doing? Death, Bombs, Guns, What should I do? I want to die Under the black sky Corrupted by the industrials You're used to lie to take control No respect for the nations You plead the war that's so fucking