The echo of the boots hitting these streets
the flag of a nation waving - in the wind
the smell of the blood, the cinders of the past
the disgust of - killing
People, that's not a job
your heroes, what are they fighting for?
it's just corporate lies
hidden behind your fucking - pride
Trained to kill to export democracy
to attack is to defend and war is peace
Can't tell war from peace
Modern routine - militarized
presence of the government in daily life
A soldier at every corner
"stand up and salute!" those fallen for what?
To defend what's falling apart
what is falling apart
They increase their control over us
while war's far away they stage on TV
a mechanical farce they call democracy
The dissent has no voice, the protagonist's fear
through this moral blackmail, the acceptance of war
the flag of a nation waving - in the wind
the smell of the blood, the cinders of the past
the disgust of - killing
People, that's not a job
your heroes, what are they fighting for?
it's just corporate lies
hidden behind your fucking - pride
Trained to kill to export democracy
to attack is to defend and war is peace
Can't tell war from peace
Modern routine - militarized
presence of the government in daily life
A soldier at every corner
"stand up and salute!" those fallen for what?
To defend what's falling apart
what is falling apart
They increase their control over us
while war's far away they stage on TV
a mechanical farce they call democracy
The dissent has no voice, the protagonist's fear
through this moral blackmail, the acceptance of war
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Album: Wildfire