A New Era Seized By Violent Repetition

There are times we wanted to pull that trigger
At the bottom of a loaded gun
We never had the balls to shoot, go figure
Killing each other was always more fun

Pointing at the enemy instead of at ourselves
We feel justified, even eager
At times of war, we ring all the bells
Peace has always been a wish that's meager

There will forever be a battle zone
Somewhere to come and die
Whispered instructions over the phone
Soldiers marching under a lie

We can't define reality without any pain
Our make-up has a lethal flaw
The logic is correct, no matter how insane
Blueprints that everyone refuses to draw

Cameras and machine guns play many parts
Everything's fair in the game called war
Factories produce assembly line hearts
No one knows what to choose anymore

People want to deny their basic instinct
To kill or be killed can be a way to live
Crimes pile up down at the old precinct
Thoughts of death is the new virus to give

Why is it a pleasure and not a blame
I'd rather have one or the other
When life seals itself in a hard glass frame
There will never be any father or mother

Freedom is an illusion used to control
Peace corps leave to take on the town
Dreams collected and placed in a bowl
The king searches for his stolen crown