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A caravan driving through the desert
Only an unpaved dirt road underneath
A small town up ahead we see everyday
A few dozen people and more decrepit buildings
Grey I am,
Grey I have become,
This relentless battefield makes me feel so numb,
As I put on my gas mask one more time,
I put on a performance like a mime.
Emotionlessly I grab my gun,
