Conscript

Contract to kill

Wade through the marshes

Crawl through dead wasteland

Endless hell shells your senses

Fight for your country

In patriotic fervour

Underneath the starched perfection

There is a heart and soul

Tangled in the strings of the master

The puppets stand to attention

Burn a village, napalm a town

Release the tension

Bodies merged for warmth

Terrain, an optical sewer

Sentenced without a choice

We're all prisoners of war

Death lies in a forgotten grave

The unknown soldier

Except to friends and lovers

All that's left is a lonely epitaph

Blood soaked soil

Forgotten names

Die in numbers

Blood soaked soil

Forgotten names

Die in sweat and toil

Here you lie forever in foreign soil