Made to Kill

Born to lose, trained to fight Hates the dark, defends the light Taught to pray, yet made to kill Life's a game, do as thou wilt Wave the flag, then torch the town Come in peace, then burn it down Smoke and fire, choke the dawn Every trace of life is gone Hot sun, the desert war Blood for gold, and guns will roar Red skies, bombs fall Black smoke, a nation crawls Fight for crude and oil fields The mighty fall and the people kneel Drones above in desert skies Truth is sold in streaming lies Profits grow while children die The people know that they won't survive Burning maps, foreign lands Kings all drink the blood-soaked sand Votes are cast in smoke and steel You say, "We the people…?" What's the deal? Wave the flag, then torch the town Come in peace, then burn it down Cold eyes, dead hands The greedy own the desert lands Rusty tanks, Saharan rain Fleeting hope, and "coming pain" Crack a smile, bite your tongue Play the fool or die too young Iron mist on golden dunes Freedom fades underneath the moons Drones above in desert skies Truth is sold in streaming lies Profits grow while children die The people know that they won't survive