The tides of war
Are something you don't look for.
You'll be washed away
In its wake.
So far
We have come.
But look at the ruin we've brought.
What if this is a mistake?
Serpentine over the hill,
Pray to gods your organs don't spill.
Hoping for an escape
From this hell on earth.
Look ahead, all you can see
Is the enemy.
But what is it that the people want?
War! War! War! We want
War! War! War We want
For our enemies blood
To be thrown across the floor.
Yet their thirst not quenched,
They lust for more.
They are not a number,
To feed the machine.
Laid to rest... eternal slumber.
Just to feed their greed.
Just to feed their greed!
War! War! War! We want
War! War! War! We want
War!
We want war! Bloody fucking war!
We want goddamn war!
Comrades falling on the fields...
How much blood must be spilled?
There are things
That they never see.
Bloodshed brings
Everything that you ever wanted.
At least that's what they think.
Calls for war that they never fronted,
They just see through a screen.
No regrets
For something they don't live in.
War, war is hell!
War!
Never helps.
War!
Does no good.
War!
Will be the end of us all!
Picking up the masses.
This, is the truth of war.
The tides of war,
Are something you don't look for.
You'll be washed away
In its wake.
So far
We have come.
But look at the ruin we've brought.
What if this is a mistake?
This is a fucking mistake.