Screaming faces sprint through smoke and flame
the ones we trust to save us die again
and again
But save us from what?
Save us from the loss of one more country to obtain?
One more credit to our name?
We pay the price with blood and smoky skies.
Rich men talk the talk
while young men, poor men walk the walk to death.
This is what I protest:
Painting hate where love should be.
Saying this is what we need, saying death is necessary.
This is what I protest:
A country with an honorable name,
but full of blood and vice, tears and pain
all hidden safely by the smiles of "great" ones.
Well this is what I say:
I say that the screams of children
and the shake of explosions
The rotting bodies, camouflaged,
Seem to push this intangible notion
That we were never what they wrote in textbooks
That every man in uniform fell in vain
What a lie to hide
That every death was caused by pride
And greed
Saying this is what this country needs, screaming Death is necessary
Let us inflict war on ourselves
And ask us why we sweat this hate
Why we breathe this shame.
Bring out the guns
And the grenades on our hearts
Let us sing the sweet war serenades.
Blow away every poisoned vain
Gun down every rotting name
And then wash away the stains of all we were.
But until then
we dress the skies with planes
that gun down every threat to our honorable name.
And the angels will cry the saddest song you'll ever hear.
And the smoke will rush into our eyes
and blind us to the piercing cries.
Until then,
we walk with the flag of the free
Screaming hatred for all of the ones we can't see.
Until then, we bring out our guns and we sing
as we march to our deaths with the flag of the free.
