Firing on the front line with a machine gun. One day you're here, the next you're dead. Praying for hope that I'm not dead for the war that so many shed. The screams of murder and slaughter elite, as a thousand dead bodies lie by me feet. For in the mud and blood I fight for a lost cause that can't be right. We don't want your wars - they try to maim for a lost cause that can't be right. Media feeds us the lies and tells us their own story, but the real truth is hidden behind fame and glory. All your warts are just games of hate - fighting to the orders they dictate. Is this the life that wants to be led? Because in the end we'll all be dead. War is nothing to be proud of - it's the shame of life. Without all the weapons and nuclear arms we shouldn't be in this strife. We can do without your violence, and war to meet its fate. All the world should live in peace and reject the system's hate