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'In time of war the first casualty is truth.' 'What broke in a man when he
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could bring himself to kill another?'
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We've seen it before but safe on our suburb screens
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Now I am here in the flesh
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A witness of war in this godforsaken scene
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Far from those grey walls
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See children with guns hatred and fear in their eyes
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They shoot to release their pain
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A conflict to solve no matter if someone dies
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Protecting our interests...
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Look around, soon there'll be but ruins to be found
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Winner will be the last that stands
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Lethal moves in a game of chess for the depraved
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King or Pawn? Are you worth to save?
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(What is the prize for this game we play?)
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(And who are the ones that finally pay?)
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If we eat more we'll get a handful of nothing
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We'll be swallowing dirt
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If we push more we'll get a fistful of enough
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We'll be swallowing blood
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They told me that we could actually save human lives
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That armies would preserve the peace
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And my work would save, solve and build bonds
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Only lies!
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And I fed their wallets...
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It's strange how we speak of civilised views
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While we buy that media warface they sell
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A makeup for "Them" so we can decide who's to die
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Cause we love it easy:
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Here they are - take a good look at the beasts of war!
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Let the rain wash that paint away:
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Deep inside everyone's a mothers little child
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Longing home, lost and led astray
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And we prey on this decay!
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If we eat more we'll get a handful of nothing
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We'll be left with the dirt
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If we push more we'll get a fistful of enough
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I leave this machine...
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I left my life to ease my pain
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But I cannot find that cleansing rain...
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Look around soon there'll be but ruins to be found
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We can change - it's all in our minds...
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[-D. Gildenlow]
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Step by step hate controls every heart every soul
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Every gun pointed at those we paint as Enemies
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We provide what they need to let the game proceed
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Stuck in machines somewhere we build the cross they bear
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Arm to solve, kill to save... God I've felt how it smells!
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"My land's my home" - we're blind!
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I'm sick of the blood I find!
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Step by step greed controls every heart every soul
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Arm to kill, kill to live - God how could I believe...
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Handful of Nothing
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| PAIN OF SALVATION |
