A generation of soldiers Beast of men Raised in a bastion of deceit Trained to kill, ready to die Total subterfuge shrouds the cause of combat and the reason of our steel presence around the world Building bases in the backyards of the enemy and every precarious country unready and unsteady Ship off, ship out Let patriotism blind all doubts A story created and a promise made That you will fight for them and their profits but you will die in vain. And that's not okay Beast of man Welcome this war Without truly knowing what your fighting for Your oppressor created In hopes that youd hate them And make you throw away your life Let the dirty banksters finally pick up a gun and defend the choices they've made, your life isn't worth their advancement on the human race It's your choice to make Lucid thoughts of revolution are the only things keeping me warm from the bitterness in its boldest forms. Masses walk through life like lead, absent and cold, their mindless protection from the world. We are not as wise as we are proud and dumb Fight to your hearts content Is greed more comforting then human dignity? Or are we just pushing ourselves farther down the hole.