Green Eyes Red

One day you'll meet me

running up the hill.

Pirouettes and tourniquets

latest fashion kevlar vests.

Gunpowder's essence mist,

it's presence struggles me to breathe.

Standing still, singing a melody

one you can't resist.

Dropping bombs instead of tears.

Spreading bullets instead of fear.

Don't feel sorry, born this way.

You better run the hell away,

if I stare at you with my green eyes red.

One day you'll meet me

platoons matching woods of green.

Barbed wired bushes and electric fence,

supersonic fighter jets, let the fire rain.

Gonna die being listed M.I.A.

It's my last will for the end.

Quick and clean, such a lovely death,

one you can't resist.

Dropping bombs instead of tears.

Spreading bullets instead of fear.

Don't feel sorry, born this way.

You better run the hell away,

if I stare at you with my green eyes red.

So guarnish yourself at heaven

or run away like fucking hell.

I can't even recognise myself

while I'm wearing green eyes red.