Toy Soldier
Your daydreams are our nightmares
A psychotic invention of your warped mind
A selfish sense of freedom
Void of compassion, void of constraint
Pay no mind to all those lost
As long as you get yours
The death toll rises
While you live out your fantasy
War chest or toy chest?
For survival or for show?
A warped sense of tyranny
There is no target on your back
People like you still call the shots
There is no win with so many lost
A warped sense of oppression
Still number one, still on top
You get yours, but at what cost?
We've lost, we've lost
Your daydreams are our nightmares
A psychotic invention of your warped mind
A selfish sense of freedom
Void of compassion, void of constraint
Pay no mind to all those lost
As long as you get yours
The death toll rises
While you live out your fantasy
War chest or toy chest?
For survival or for show?
A warped sense of tyranny
There is no target on your back
People like you still call the shots
There is no win with so many lost
A warped sense of oppression
Still number one, still on top
You get yours, but at what cost?
We've lost, we've lost, we've lost
You carry on about survival
All I see is death
Talk about how they're just tools
Tools for what exactly?
You carry on about survival
All I see is death
Talk about how they're just tools
Tools for what exactly?
A psychotic invention of your warped mind
A selfish sense of freedom
Void of compassion, void of constraint
Pay no mind to all those lost
As long as you get yours
The death toll rises
While you live out your fantasy
War chest or toy chest?
For survival or for show?
A warped sense of tyranny
There is no target on your back
People like you still call the shots
There is no win with so many lost
A warped sense of oppression
Still number one, still on top
You get yours, but at what cost?
We've lost, we've lost
Your daydreams are our nightmares
A psychotic invention of your warped mind
A selfish sense of freedom
Void of compassion, void of constraint
Pay no mind to all those lost
As long as you get yours
The death toll rises
While you live out your fantasy
War chest or toy chest?
For survival or for show?
A warped sense of tyranny
There is no target on your back
People like you still call the shots
There is no win with so many lost
A warped sense of oppression
Still number one, still on top
You get yours, but at what cost?
We've lost, we've lost, we've lost
You carry on about survival
All I see is death
Talk about how they're just tools
Tools for what exactly?
You carry on about survival
All I see is death
Talk about how they're just tools
Tools for what exactly?
Credits
Writer(s): Mike Riley
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