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

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