Proud to Be Fodder

Never gave a reason, but made a stand
Dividing up the city, such high demand
Amidst the angst and boredom, the hatred manifests
Self-serving is the conflict, so much to invest

Line up, don't look back
Fight the war, attack

Can't you see the fodder awaiting the call
Not returning any favours, there's none to recall
Its beyond any duty, honor, or pride
Nothing but the armour, empty inside

A fear of being alone, keep up the distraction
Don't take away the enemy, real or imagined
Forget about the pretext, just point the direction
A total war machine with no objection



Credits
Writer(s): Bastard Squad
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