I love the sound of shells/Hitting the ground, man/I love the sound of shells/Hitting the ground, I love it
Forever at war with the establishment and unrelenting in his pursuit of vengeance. Unfortunately he’s using dated artillery, adhering to lyrical cliches that show how little progress he’s made. It’s a modern world and he’s using lyrical sticks and stones to fight back. Without a proper plan of attack the troops have little to work with; a standard backdrop with no fire to fuel the flame.