Point blank indoctrination,
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Brainwashed youth, brought down, twisted, crushed and
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recast
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Formatted robots, ready to be programmed
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Inhumane principles to spawn the ideal soldier:
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Psychological shutdown!
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Disintegrate the individuality, annihilate identity
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Until all mental forces collapse,
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Then redesign the self to server abstract authorities
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Blind killing machines, recruited at eighteen
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Almost children, perfect preys to defile
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Slaves, pawns, cannon fodder!
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A neurotic instructor pours cement in your skull:
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¡°Listen to me, silly sissies, faggots with no balls,
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You¡¯re worst than nothing to me,
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worthless scumbags with no backbones.
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If you wanna be somebody here,
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Don¡¯t think twice, don¡¯t think at tall, just do what
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you¡¯re told,
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and it¡¯s gonna be the best of both worlds.
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You need some strict discipline!¡±
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[Chorus:]
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Glory to the star spangled-banner! Now let us pray¡¦
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A good American is a man
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who was born with a finger on the trigger
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to erase the problem cases and promote the noble
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causes.
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A real American is a man who¡¯s willing to die
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for his beloved country
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¡°Crawl in the mud or on your friend¡¯s corpse.
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It doesn¡¯t matter how many people are killed,
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Never mind how much blood is spilled,
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Victory is ours, we never surrender
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Enemies lurk in every corner, the threat is permanent,
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We¡¯re rightfully suspect and purge.
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Never hesitate to bomb the fuckers!¡±
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They don¡¯t even know they serve higher interest!
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Corporations behold the show and laugh in the shadows,
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orchestrating wars from afar, financing fear and
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worldwide paranoia,
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protecting their privileges as armies crumble on the
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battlefield.
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With an elastic morality, they speculate on human pain,
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led by their lust for power.
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See nothing, say nothing, hear nothing: credo of the
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corruptors!
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[chorus]
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From the ashes of Britannia rose a country
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struck by a collective Viet Namnesia
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Uncle Sam is out of control, out of reach
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Happy bloodbath, Mr. President!
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Democracy is now a vain word,
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Peace goes down the drain.
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Finger On The Trigger
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| Blinded By Faith |
