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My hands are covered with callous
Their arms are heavy and sore
The fire in my lungs grows higher
And my body screams "no more."
They say the pain is worth it
Oh look what I've to gain
My commrades fall beside me
As I slowly go insane
Freer of the oppressed
Or oppressor of the free
I kill whom I'm told to
It's all the same to me
Murder in Central America
My chute against the sky
All in the name of freedom
Kiss my soul goodbye