In times of war,
Gods reward their children
By slaughtering everything
Scorch all life across the earth
Leave everything in chaos
Program in our minds that
Were nothing more than minions
Thousand, thousand, thousand years
Still we crawl and beg
Running faster from our deaths
I'll never understand
Why
Smell the death, of the poor, of the shit
Easy to fall in line
Sing the song of wars they bring
Turning wheels of time
Gods rule through deception
Knowing nothing of honor
And cross their fingers snidely
As they send you off to slaughter
If men did know
The price they would pay
If men did know
The price they would pay
Circle the sky
They cackle and cry
All the wiser to this pointless butchery
Dirt turn to mud
Dirt turn to mud
Blood keeps falling
Down
Hear the laughter of death
Population control
Cry the tears of the blind
Population control
In times of war
Gods reward their children
By slaughtering everything
Forgiveness is a slow cold death
Burning me up inside
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In times of war,
Gods reward their children
By slaughtering everything
Scorch all life across the earth
Leave everything in chaos
Program in our minds that
Were nothing more than minions
Thousand, thousand, thousand years
Still we crawl and beg
Running faster from our deaths
I'll never understand
Why
Smell the death, of the poor, of the shit
Easy to fall in line
Sing the song of wars they bring
Turning wheels of time
Gods rule through deception
Knowing nothing of honor
And cross their fingers snidely
As they send you off to slaughter
If men did know
The price they would pay
If men did know
The price they would pay
Circle the sky
They cackle and cry
All the wiser to this pointless butchery
Dirt turn to mud
Dirt turn to mud
Blood keeps falling
Down
Hear the laughter of death
Population control
Cry the tears of the blind
Population control
In times of war
Gods reward their children
By slaughtering everything
Forgiveness is a slow cold death
Burning me up inside
Gods reward their children
By slaughtering everything
Scorch all life across the earth
Leave everything in chaos
Program in our minds that
Were nothing more than minions
Thousand, thousand, thousand years
Still we crawl and beg
Running faster from our deaths
I'll never understand
Why
Smell the death, of the poor, of the shit
Easy to fall in line
Sing the song of wars they bring
Turning wheels of time
Gods rule through deception
Knowing nothing of honor
And cross their fingers snidely
As they send you off to slaughter
If men did know
The price they would pay
If men did know
The price they would pay
Circle the sky
They cackle and cry
All the wiser to this pointless butchery
Dirt turn to mud
Dirt turn to mud
Blood keeps falling
Down
Hear the laughter of death
Population control
Cry the tears of the blind
Population control
In times of war
Gods reward their children
By slaughtering everything
Forgiveness is a slow cold death
Burning me up inside