V1
The soil and the dust
are trailing behind my boots.
Blown by the wind, shows me a piece of my past.
The soil and the dust is where we go,
6 feet under, whatever your uniform says
V2
The smell of the dust
Is sticking onto my clothes
Burns my throat, sends shivers down my spine
The smell of the dust makes us just the same
What makes us different is just a bullet away
No pride but shame
No pride can bring a corpse from the graveyard!
May their souls rest in peace up above
Some say we'll follow them
Blow in the wind
Sooner or later we're gonna pay the bill
V3
The taste of the dust
Is lingering in my mouth
Burns my throat, sends shivers down my spine
We taste the dust when we crawl,
6 feet under, whatever your uniform says.
I can't bare all this fuss around me
All this mess around me makes me fill alone..