Lords of War

More wars on foreign shores
More names for us to mourn
To misguide the misinformed
To ignore the sick and poor
Thus we praise the lords of war
On our knees and beg for more
A fresh poison for the weak
Filthy little beasts
Bred to conform

It's the dwarf souls of greedy men
Feculent, arrogant
That shackles our young to the cold concrete
And empty their guns into bodies

You scream "I'm not guilty"
You scream "I'm not guilty"
But cowards here are only what they fear
Shout until the [?]

I'd rather be in battle than at peace
I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep
I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle
The weak can [?]

I'd rather be in battle than at peace
I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep
I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle
The weak can [?]

You were born to be led
That's what religion says
With a bifurcated tongue
America eats its young
Bullet-toothed, empty gods
Paralyze the minds and contest the thoughts
With devils everywhere
Bombs bursting in the air
Drones flown over thrones
Of bone and brimstone
Sabres rattle in the homes
Of the cowards and the crones
As they shackle our young
Blood stains the streets
Pigs empty their guns into bodies

They scream "I'm not guilty"
They scream "I'm not guilty"
But cowards here are only what they fear
Shout until the [?]

I'd rather be in battle than at peace
I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep
I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle
The weak can [?]

I'd rather be in battle than at peace
I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep
I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle
The weak can [?]

Bow down to the lords of war
On your knees for the lords of war

Bow down to the lords of war
On your knees for the lords of war

Rise in defiance
We won't remain silent
Drive out the tyrants
And police violence

Rise in defiance
We won't remain silent
Drive out the tyrants
And police violence

We're not guilty

The weak must [?]

I'd rather be in battle than at peace
I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep
I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle
The weak can [?]

I'd rather be in battle than at peace
I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep
I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle
The weak can [?]

Lords of war
On your knees for the lords of war
Bow down to the lords of war

What is so terrible about a child screaming?
Why should it disturb us?
Just because we happen to be there to hear it?
What about the child who comes from an inadequate home, where he gets no encouragement from his parents,
where he doesn't have enough to wear, he doesn't have enough to eat, he comes to school hungry...
This beautiful, breathtaking