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Sacrifices must be made to the gods of war again |
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It's the grunt that pay the price and the profiteers who win. |
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Who brought this world of sorrow? |
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Who stole your tomorrow? |
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Far from home brought by lies, fighting on you don't know why. |
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Death rains drones from on high, while rats get fat good soldiers die. |
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They'll greet you there with open arms, you know they'll welcome you with flowers. |
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Lies they tell to to ease their mind, all while serving darker powers. |
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Who brought this world of sorrow? |
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Who stole your tomorrow? |
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Far from home brought by lies, fighting on you don't know why. |
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Death rains down from on high, while rats get fat good soldiers die. |
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The friend becomes the enemy, while a march to war begins again. |
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Politicians eye the polls, while the priests absolve their sins. |
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Who brought this world of sorrow? |
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Who stole your tomorrow? |
