take away all that you hold
tell me what you're left to admire
...what you're left to show
all that we believe, is only what we are able to perceive
we march forward, baring our guns and ignorance
carry our gods as guards, like a chip on your shoulder
step over the shards of glass, for they will not penetrate
with our leaders blessing, we're dressed and ready for war
so find your weapon of choice, wait for the beat of the drum
your the front line, tears of pride streaming down your face
load the gun, anticipate, invision the praise of millions
the screams you hear ring of incitement, kill or be wrong
commence, hold your intent, mercy is the dead mans road
unfaltered, raise the barrel, press to your neighbors temple..
you can not be disgraced, questioned, proven wrong, so the time has come
to debate with false vengeance, unspeakably- vindicate irrationality
someone please explain, shed some light, what is it we are fighting for?
everyday, we try to justify, this everlasting civil war
fight, for the power, fight, for the right to be right