its not over till the fat ladys singing and the words shes sing is what were seeing the fat lady sing and shes on the last verse like the book of revelations have begon to reherse all the world powers bigin converse the world has seen wore but i think well see worse 18 finilly free with my friends lauphing not a week in and the news statts blasting foren force attaking government drafting i get a letter say goodbye as i finish packing boots on the ground with my head shaved necklace thin metal with my name ingraved bootcamp.got uf feeling like weve been unslaced forced to walk this road knowing its blood paced im not the same persome im a weapon remade an emty vesle of flesh designed to throw a gernade an armour night ready to for a godless crusade im huge war ships we prepare to invade its not over till the fat lady's sing and the words shes sing is what where seeing any thoughts of glory are quickly abolished pounding drums of altilrty leave nothing untarnished mussle flashes from the the beach like stares at night i know the last meal is the dust ill but sharp wistle cuts the the wind froma man im command send a 100 floating tanks into nomands land at the pace where going sitting ducks you couldn't pay me to be here with a million bucks a punch to my body from a mine detonated men screaming body chared most limbs amputated blood bombs and bodies keep the sand decorated here you have to be the one who dies to be liberated