Sign off your life, pack up your bags
the war has begun and life is stagnant
they tell you its for the good of the nation
the war will be over soon, you'll have to be patient
die for your country, they say it's an honor
but these are lies so listen no longer
when you put on your uniform and enter the war
do you believe in the fight or what it is for
their contracts for the control of oil
or boundary expansion and ruling of soil
do you support an imperial nation
bent upon our annihilation
A rich mans war is a poor man's battle
An image that looks so surreal
When a body, a life, becomes a number
Does your war have the same appeal
The power, The glory, and the valiant heroes
behind this something is concealed
the dead, the dying, and the struggle
another story to be revealed
Are you protecting with honor and pride
who will the children to die
it makes me sick what warfare does
helping destroy the world we love
at eighteen, they force you into the draft
and make you risk everything you have
so many hurt and so many die
as you watch the families cry
down with violence down with war
nothing is worth killing for
Power over another human's life, what a concept
they take you from your families over their senseless conflicts
at the drop of a dime they'll steal you from your home
while they bask in their money, endless profit, and gold
when you are fighting on the line, will they be fighting beside you?
or will they be in thier beds, gently subdued
as an expendable drone, you are controlled by the chief
their families are content while yours worry and weep
the war has begun and life is stagnant
they tell you its for the good of the nation
the war will be over soon, you'll have to be patient
die for your country, they say it's an honor
but these are lies so listen no longer
when you put on your uniform and enter the war
do you believe in the fight or what it is for
their contracts for the control of oil
or boundary expansion and ruling of soil
do you support an imperial nation
bent upon our annihilation
A rich mans war is a poor man's battle
An image that looks so surreal
When a body, a life, becomes a number
Does your war have the same appeal
The power, The glory, and the valiant heroes
behind this something is concealed
the dead, the dying, and the struggle
another story to be revealed
Are you protecting with honor and pride
who will the children to die
it makes me sick what warfare does
helping destroy the world we love
at eighteen, they force you into the draft
and make you risk everything you have
so many hurt and so many die
as you watch the families cry
down with violence down with war
nothing is worth killing for
Power over another human's life, what a concept
they take you from your families over their senseless conflicts
at the drop of a dime they'll steal you from your home
while they bask in their money, endless profit, and gold
when you are fighting on the line, will they be fighting beside you?
or will they be in thier beds, gently subdued
as an expendable drone, you are controlled by the chief
their families are content while yours worry and weep
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