We The (Expendable) People


They know of the bloodshed, yet they still crave more.
They've seen firsthand the price.
Nothing, there is nothing civil about war.

They've planned an attack to settle an old score.
Their own lives they're not willing to sacrifice.
They know of the bloodshed, yet they still crave more.

We turn on our t.v.'s as the President takes the floor,
while our brothers in arms are gambled away like dice.
Nothing, there is nothing civil about war.

There is never a valiant victor until we spill guts, glory, and gore.
Decapitated by our own government, slice.
They know of the bloodshed, yet they still crave more.

Run past the ashes as grenades and bullets soar.
Before you know it, you've been hit thrice.
Nothing, there is nothing civil about war.

With a medal of valor, they knock briskly upon your beloved door.
Tears of loss pour, but the pendant is nice.
They know of the bloodshed, yet they still crave more.
Nothing, there is nothing civil about war.

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