The war machine

Needs you and me,

to use as fuel,
and stoke the heat

Fan the flames
to spread the range
laser guided death
above from planes


Living off the blood and bones
of civilian deaths,
and destroyed homes

 

Rage against the machine

I try to get it clean

But the gears start to grab

And the fear takes hold of me

 

The fear weve all been fed

Big enough to cut the dead

The count, it grows, and grows

 

And how can we get away

If all we have to say

Is the war hasnt hit home

 

How much will it take?

What will be the cost?

Your hearts dont have to break

As you remember what youve lost

 

Stop this childish war

That kills so many men

The ones in charge, who fight so hard

Will never be the same again

 

And neither will we, as a matter of fact

After all the shit weve seen

All thatve bled, living, or dead

Have all been used to feed the machine