a [bad word] line is the only hope for one last shot
a solid lifeline [bad word] the soldiors that we’ve got
the signal dissapates the call-tone degregates
now i’m all alone, waiting for that tone.

as the grey scale fades, the units fall untimely death
holding tightly to the last words on his dying breath
to this units thought, to [bad word]  to thier valliant fight
to thier memory,

pushing forward to the only fighting line we hold, suppressing fire overhead we never thought we’d fold
the numbers do subtract, the fallen mulitiply
we were fighting for our lives, this is why they died.
 [bad word] 

medic!! with all your might
tell this man he’ll be alright,
the rotting planet has forsaken him
his fighting chances are looking grim

medic !! take my life, send this letter to my wife
this rotting planet will never be free, 
this rotting planet is where you must leave me.

our medic “tompson” was the best luetenant in our troop
is kills surpassed any single man in our group
always first in line, he was never wrong
always takes his time, never takes too long.

these city streets taken over by the charging blasts
painful crys bounce, he knew he had to get there fast
restless nights, mournfull days
couragious fights, scornfull ways

never forget that vauge look upon his worried eyes
he never planned to take the time he needs to say goodbye

to a captain’s friend, to his memory
to his widowed kin, to [bad word] 

medic!! with all your might
tell this man he’ll be alright,
the rotting planet has forsaken him
his fighting chances are looking grim

medic !! take my life, send this letter to my wife
this rotting planet will never be free, 
this rotting planet is where you must leave me.