Soft Targets Dig Softer Graves

Now's the time

To take all your rage

And your frustration

And focus it in a positive way

It's time to fight

But only for the democracy

That's been ripped from beneath our feet

Is it ridiculous to believe

That killing the innocent's murder?

Ridiculous to believe that it's nothing to attest

But it is to believe that nothing can be done

These people are not machines

They're living, they're breathing, they're dying

They're human beings who cry

"Please don't kill me" in the same trembling frequencies

Propaganda screams "Have you forgotten?"

In six minute intervals so loud that you can't escape them

But now I'll ask, have you forgotten

About the field?

About men in boxes, about the field

About a treaty of a palace in the swamp?

It's safe to say, it's safe to say

I'll never forget the day

(I first heard your voice)

Laced with undertones of hate and vengeance

Now is the time

Now is the time

Now is the time

Now is the time

Now is the time

Now is the time

Now is the time

Now is the time

Now is the time

Now is the time

I suppose all that matters is

Dulce et Decorum est Pro Patria Mori

Or at lease it still acts like an effective facade

To mask the burning Bush's political alternative agenda

How sweet and fitting is it to die for one man's greed?

How sweet and fitting is it to die for one man's greed?