Burn the flames
curse out names
watch them die
born and raised
falsely praise
in my eyes
generation lie
perfection of infection
man is dead
glowing orange is their trees
flipper babies
our hearts beat to war drum scene
playing in out head
this could be mans last stand
fighting against himself
why do i cry
it doesn't make a difference
use your hate
it fills your plate
full of meat
fight for cause
that i cant see
things your proving
war is brewing
he cant see
he cant feel
though he has a brain
sky of red
we are dead
no escape
our hearts beat to war drum scene
playing in out head
this could be mans last stand
fighting against himself
why do i even cry
it doesn't make a difference
hey there mister army man
put down your gun
i know your not having fun
your just in it for the fame
let me ask you something though
if I shot you in the skull
would anyone remember your name
napalm death
all fall down
lost underground
charred remains
children's graves
screaming loud
violence sound
dreams we've crushed
men we've killed
cant be rebuilt
mind of dread
world of dead
its our own fault
