Not looking back, he's running away

It's not a game, he's lost, this time it's the real thing

His wounds are pure, he's kept them alive

A drowning man, they cling to survive

The sound of "left, right, left, right"

The march in his mind

The long arm of technology, grasping to find

The gears are scourged and yet they roll on

Like the pain in shackles

A mental prison, the last rights said

You're finished

You've gone as far as you're gonna go

The city's ravaged like the landscape of battle

The line to slaughter, the factory cattle

His life is suspended, he prays but no hope

They live on fear, no trace, but its face is up close

The ruthless army, a path left in ruins

The bombers hail, they scream as they flew in

The myth of a man, we've left them no clue

The future dig

The millions refuse, the last rights said

Machines left to the murder

The bombs in flight leave nothing but plight

The generals say we've won, the objectives will come

The machine rolls on with the last rights