Expectations of actions
That conform
Foreign beliefs
Put in position to be killed
You have to go
You have to fight
There's no one else that's capable
No one else would even dare
Put your life on the line
Without a word
Silent and stealth, just like you were
Trained to kill

Your hands are tied
You've been compromised
As the bullets rain down on your hide

Twenty yards and counting
The enemy rears his head
Black eyes glaring hate
In his heart
Blood and sweat mixed with earth
Bloody mess, stench of death
Blood and sweat mixed with earth
Searing flesh is what you're worth
Sent to defend
Train to kill
By the ones who called you an animal

Your hands are tied
You've been compromised
As the bullets rain down on your hide
Your hands are tied
You're gonna die
By decisions made in someone else's mind