Inspection Chaos
Called up to the drill
A pawn
At mercy of the sergeant's thrill
Blood my own
on my shirt
"dirty on parade" is the Sergeant's blurt
The world, is washing
out its stains
"We don't care about your pain"
The value of life
was then obscured
Because under this nation
Blood is Dirt
Get your gun
Hand grenade
Battlefront
Sent to die
Useless cattle
A genocide
War, erupts
Disaster unfolds
'Fight for your country'
is what we're told
Diplomacy, shattered
Crisis, attack
The sun, the heavens
are shrouded in black
Offensive manouvres
Land, air and sea
Mobilisation of the masses is free
Thousands die
Coming up the flank
Suits and ties
laugh their asses to the bank
Get your gun
Hand grenade
Battlefront
Sent to die
Useless cattle
A genocide
Blood is dirt
You're a pawn
You're a digit
Written small
Confrontation
First to go
Exploitation
Expendable
Down at the warfront
It's not like TV
Gore and misery
Is all that you see
Death surrounds you
Terror from above
glory and honour
Is why you have come?
Blood is dirt
You're a pawn
You're a digit
Written small
Confrontation
First to go
Exploitation
Expendable
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