...sometimes it's easier trying, than to face the worst
cause there's always another dying man to replace the first
but his boots do not thirst, another will come to fill them
just another lonely pilgrim standing in the blood of children
lost in the flood, we will them onwards to defeat
contributing propaganda thorugh the kind words of deceit
just a mine or piece of meat? either would will you on
wondering what pill you're on, realizing, still, you're wrong
to believe in a God that blesses a place as evil as this
receive tins of fraud, confessions to deceive the wits
of the young men who keep coming in an endless stream
but we hung them out to dry, or die to defend the seem-
ingly useless civilization on the other side of the globe
say "Hi!" to your folks, cause you're the light of the show
..."whats that?" you strut back to front lines of existence
orders rumbling with insistence to crush ties of resistance

...and it all goes quiet, you can deny it all you want
officials sign a treaty; what of this place we call the front?

the war is over now, and i think we lost cause
noone will fight for a world thats already hostage

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis