(Hello! I wrote this a while back, mostly out of anger. I suppose you can tell what it's about after reading it. Personal in a few ways - enjoy)
Methods exhausted
We need war
We cry out in English
Conversion culture
We need more fuel
To fuel the machine
The roaring beast
Bullet for your faith
We know your God is dead
When he’s crucified on a bayonet
Give your only son
So that this war may be won
Enemies of this union face us
Use their weapons to erase us
We hold the hands of the creator
Pumping oil
Trading blood
Fallen heroes
Rest in mud
Fields of fire
Burning oil, boiling blood
We need saving
Solid steel against the flesh
We need an enemy
Eliminate the heathens
This war is lost if they’re still breathing
Burn the face away we know
Reveal the devil sulking low
Show the world how hell should go
Give your only son
So that this war may be won
Enemies of this union face us
Use their weapons to erase us
We hold the hands of the creator
Pumping oil
Trading blood
Fallen heroes
Rest in mud
We the people (You killed my brother)
In order to form a more perfect union (My father’s gone)
Establish justice (I die for the country that is not my own)
Insure domestic tranquility (Another son killed in combat)
Provide for the common defense (War is not my answer)
Promote the general welfare (My men are dying)
Will burn your tyranny to the ground (Murder!)
Give your only son
So that this war may be won
Enemies of this union face us
Use their weapons to erase us
We hold the hands of the creator
Pumping oil
Trading blood
Fallen heroes
Fallen heroes
Going home



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