In a free land, we watch our victories,
killing our annoyances as the troops march away.
We talk of no more, for there's a price to pay.
In a free land, children starve and are beaten to death.
We rape when we feel, and we take no s***.
In decisive calm, mediated for viewing pleasure,
we cherish revenge to the sound of war.
This is not make believe.
This is so f****** real.
Dead mothers still there, dead brothers still there, dead children still there.
Now do you believe?
In a course of annihilation, in a fervor of terror to take control of who we are,
death by design, a plan of war.
This is not make believe, this is so f****** real.
This is war.
killing our annoyances as the troops march away.
We talk of no more, for there's a price to pay.
In a free land, children starve and are beaten to death.
We rape when we feel, and we take no s***.
In decisive calm, mediated for viewing pleasure,
we cherish revenge to the sound of war.
This is not make believe.
This is so f****** real.
Dead mothers still there, dead brothers still there, dead children still there.
Now do you believe?
In a course of annihilation, in a fervor of terror to take control of who we are,
death by design, a plan of war.
This is not make believe, this is so f****** real.
This is war.