Trapped, violently caught in a land
Of morbid sights
Where the warfare is entityExpendable soldiers
Who are shot and blown apart
Only now to becomeHuman SandbagsServing as protection for
Protection for the living
To surviveHuman Sandbags!The epidermal hide
Absorbs the bullets of the enemyA rotten pile o dead humans
Is the blockade
Fir survival, survivalPiled to become living
Expendable soldiers
Who are shot and blown apart
Only now to becomeAs the bodies soon become dismembered
From the enemy fire
As the soldiers find themselves
Trapped in a putrid stench
Excavating organs
Soon become camouflageYour comrades roll beside you
Frightened you cannot move
And shot like all the rest
Now piled to becomeA Human Sandbag!A rotten pile o dead humans
Is the blockade
For survival