We are still at war, against an enemy
Whose name we do not truly know
Whose face we cannot clearly see
But still they serve a purpose, and keep the surplus population
Cowed into submission, terrified and easy to control
Follow the leader, shocked into awe
Like lambs to the slaughter
We send the poor
Clad in their tattered rags to fight the rich man's war
While their own sons and daughters, work behind the scenes
Keeping their hands clean, telling us that in the end
The greater good will justify the means
Partisans and patriots, draped in faded flags
Reckless in their stolen valour, shameless in their martial drag
Constant conflict, war for profit
Filling their coffers and lining their pockets
New disasters, made to order, shedding blood on barren soil
Corporate mergers, sanctioned murder, trading human lives for oil
The price of peace is endless war
This is what we're really fighting for
But nothing truly changes
Only the names, and only the faces
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain
Just listen closely to the ones who pull the strings
Our is not to question why, our is just to do, and then to die
No hope of victory, no end in sight
Constant conflict, war for profit
Filling their coffers and lining their pockets
New disasters, made to order, shedding blood on barren soil
Corporate mergers, sanctioned murder, trading human lives for oil
And to the victor go the spoils
This is the price we pay for peace
From each according to his wealth
To each according to his greed