Incoming

Drenching in cobalt, drown on a lifeless oil sea
There's no grit or fight
That's what they want from me
No questions or desire
You're not a human being
You have no right to fight against your misery

Sold your soul for dirt
To bury all your dream
New enemy in line
Slaughter across the sea
Fight against those who just want to live in peace
A soldier now in line to spread misery

Mailed wrapped in a black bag
Maimed in a closed coffin
Another soul lost for greed
Fueling imperialism
A promise of liquid gold to fuel all your dream
The befitting end
Buried for your sins
Buried for
Buried for
Buried