Bellicose

Life is only sacred so that it may man the frontlines
More meat fed into the gnashing teeth of their war machine

Convinced to fight for love, god, and country
The need to kill is so deeply stained, this eternal bloodlust

It would seem that the only thing
Natural about life is that it ends
We are born and bred
Bellicose

Breathe life into a sacrifice
What it means to be alive
Nurtured to pick a side and fight
Fodder for conflict, now die

(Instrumental)

Poisoned by quarrel
Poisoned by strife
Poisoned by animosity
Poisoned, this life

(Instrumental)



Credits
Writer(s): Forced Hand
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