All the blood in exchange for a little oil
Lives destroyed, considered casualties
But it's not casual
It's catastrophic
And there's no reason for it
Greed, material things
All for the voters at the polls
It's all just a show
Entertainment for the sick and powerful
A media circus of dementia
A few dollars is all it takes
To start the war
That will destroy the world
Should it be that way?
Perhaps so, perhaps not
Who am I to judge?
Just a civilian
Another expendable soul
My light blinks on and off
At the will of others
And I'm supposed to be okay with that
I guess I am
What else am I gonna do?
Forgive me, I must go
And fill my tank with the blood
Of my brothers