LYRIC FOR SALE

By The_Wordman_Chronicles

Their Machinery Of War

As young gods their men march to war
but when their blood is spilled they learn how mortal they are
Fooled by false truths
they water the killing fields with their youths!

Without mercy they unleash their machinery of war
Go and hide behind your brand new car
Without mercy they unleash their machinery of war
Destruction is what they adore!

Every man, woman and child will give their blood
until every river becomes a red flood
They know that there is nothing to gain
but every man, woman and child will get their share of pain!

Without care they unleash the beast
and invite death to a feast
Rape, hate and murder are their game
in war there is no place for shame!

They don’t care if they go to hell
all they want are markets for their weapons to sell
They sure have wives and kids but this is all theory
they never felt a bit of empathy!

Without mercy they unleash their machinery of war
Safe they watch the Armageddon from afar
Without mercy they unleash their machinery of war
Turning earth into a dead star!

Without mercy they unleash their machinery of war
But don’t you get it? We are their machinery of war!
Don’t you think that’s strange?
And don’t you think it’s time for a change?

Sink their ships! Take their whips!
Burn their tanks! Erase their ranks!
Don’t create their future! Make them our past!
Think for yourself and be free! Free at last!