With contempt and disdain, we send the young into the grave
Each day a tragedy, another headline soaked in blood
The tired tune of war plays on as the hawks circle above
Another battle to proclaim, another mass grave dug
Opinions bought, «truth» is sold
The lecherous talking heads praise the worldwide violence
The failure of the fourth estate
I see reports based on fallacy, not fact
I see the puppet master pull the strings
The days turn to years, our enemies change form
I can still hear their tired tunes, their blazing horns of war
Another battle is proclaimed, another mass grave dug
Can’t stand how we’re being baited towards a constant state of war
The military machine has a constant need to produce more bullets,
tanks and shells
Crushing, and killing anyone labeled a threat
Pushing for the expansion of war, as their pockets are filled
With contempt and disdain we send the young to their graves
Attacking the ideology
And when the dust has settled, another battle in front of us lay,
the future casualties of another decade
Proliferate the doctrine of security, only traitors question authority
Decades turn to centuries and we’re still at each other’s throats
The battle hymns can still be heard, as the hawks still circle above