#1
With pen and paper in hand, this is a confession of sin
At the end of the line you cannot trust your religion
We're here risking our very existence on the edge of a knife
Or on the recieving end of bullets, for reasons undefined

The bodies, the fire and the stench of death;
we're on a highway to hell
The eyes of the dead are on us now,
for we will be judged when we die

If we live to see tomorrow, we would die to see today again

We have a hell now, and we'll have hell when we die
My mind is an inferno from being told to destroy
We just gave the slaves a new owner,
and still we wonder why they hate us here?

As a testament to how much they hate us, they'll gladly kill themselves
The death of one man becomes an example for all the others to follow
We lock and load, now it's time we meet our maker
This is the last drop of ink that dries on this mere piece of paper
wat.
#2
I'm guessing this is a heavy/metal song: it sounds like one.

I think the first verse is pretty good.

"We have a hell now, and we'll have hell when we die"

This would sound better as "We are in hell now" and possibly "live in hell when we die"

I like where you're going with a lot of the stuff and the words and images used, just some of the ways the sentences are phrased seems a bit awkward to me at times.

"This is the last drop of ink that dries on this mere piece of paper"

That's a killer line to end any song, very nice work!
#3
We're here risking our very existence on the edge of a knife
Or on the receiving end of bullets, for reasons undefined

very nice

My mind is an inferno from being told to destroy
how 'bout
My mind is embattled ...
and
This is the last drop of ink that dries on this mere piece of paper
This as the last drop of ink dries on this mere ...