Untitled Song

In the trenches defending holding on to his own weapon

In the distance artillery rounds are dispensing

So young with the gun but he holds on his composure

In school one day now he’s grown to a soldier

 

Lil Daniel is strapped, the grenade on his hip

Other soldiers talking shit as they blazing thier clips

In his face where he sits, he just waits for the trip

A soldier moves past him, complaining a bit

 

 

“GET UP DANIEL !” he teammate angrily equips

Daniel 's eyes blood red from staring at the action

Looks at his arsenal, comparing with conviction

With the silencer twisted on the tip of his gat

 

 

He push the trigger, there’s a delay on the action

Like when your Internet skip and connecting is lagging

Smoke clears; Daniel sees a body lying lifeless

Wipes the sweat from his palms, recalibrates his devices

 

 

He’s new to this war, hasn’t received extended mags

So he goes for the head to conserve the rest he has

Just a child on the battlefield training to bust

Voice cracks over his radio, “they’re gaining on us”

In the background is music, Aaron gon use it

As motivation to erase the opposition’s units

Aaron told his friends he’d be the meanest of soldiers

So he keeps his composure, some perceive him as older

Cause while many like to talk he’s focused on the scope

Can’t believe the graphics he’s seeing as opponents getting smoking

He’s found their camp, there’s too many, he don’t dare fight

Sends in the call for a quick, bloody air strike

He hears all the screams and watches destruction

His only goal is to kill without seeing repercussions

His mother hates when he goes to battle and war

Afraid his mind will be transformed from the tragedy torn

Every shot he takes just adds to the score

Knowing he’ll move up the ranks as fast as before

A sniper hits Aaron; he goes down to recoup

Another bullet flies by, hits the ground by his boot

Over the headset, “Aaron, dude to your right”

Aaron stands, big mistake, quickly he’s sniped

It’s an out of body experience he sees himself in third person

One kill away from that gunship, he screams and he curses

“Aaron!” his mother screams from the next room

The child sulks, staring at the TV in his bedroom

Aaron, a child sucked into the screen that he sees online

Just waiting for the end of that respawn time