Lyrics

They say The war's on Next is the draft Of the innocent blood Now we're Terrorists Fighting for freedom and endless materials A flood of Useless petroleum Burning a hole Deeper and deeper The poorer get poorer 'cause money controls Our lives of today Just making us slaves Our ever-so-free country Is what they just say Blow it up Stomp it out Spare no souls Burn the plan! We'll build it up This makes no sense This fucking war Of the promised land Feel the death grip Choke out Your final breath Lay down your life Forfeit your dreams And do it all for this decaying country Drone strikes Smart bombs Ever and ever increasing efficiency of dealing death It never ends The butchery When will this fucking smokescreen disappear? The psychological fornication from the endless slaughter makes us numb To the pain we cause each other, and so on and on we fight For an unobtainable goal of human domination and control This is the American Way of War!
Writer(s): Conflict Cycle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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