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When a rifle in the soldier hands is waiting for offensive
And trigger prepared to send a bullet to bring death
Any delay makes weapon defective,
So useless in its deadliness

In thought of that my blood is running cold.
One minute equals sixty suicides of mind.
In this queue I'll probably get old.
So damn the fucking wait!

When a rifle in the hands of soldier is waiting for offensive
And trigger prepared to send a bullet to bring death...

Make them drop it and steel will rust,
It's just a piece of iron not required for us.
But just don't hold us, we already little late.
Feels like forever every sec of fucking... of the fucking wait!

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