The Revered Design III: Rip and Tear

This my friends, is a voluntary call to arms
Obligation: a choice, no illusion of order
No contracts, no oaths, just promise and honor
So our children won't bear our dead weight on their shoulders
This is where we stand, This is where we belong, where we belong!

Let the games begin! Doom is here, and the mad men have come!
My money is on the pack, no question about that!
Are you insane? Their murder masks are coming

I won't regret the soldier I've become
It's time for change, before we all wind up dead

From the times we fight and the times we die
I'll try to notice how it's warmer than most nights
(And we still believe)

Are you ready? The time has come to steady your aim
Jet-jockeys are on the path!
Their bombs are primed, get ready to die!

We'll stack up the bodies to block out the sun
Hide in the shadows and reload the guns (Reload the guns!)
Blood soaks the ground where they fought on that day
Ready your rifles and sharpen your blades!

From the times we fight and the times we die
I'll try to notice how it's warmer than most nights
We're falling down and we'll take our chances to the ground
This is where we all belong

My heart has grown heavy from the things I've seen
I just can't believe anymore

We hold our fate within ourselves

This is where we belong, this is where we belong
If you don't think you'll make it, then do your best to fake it
This war must end, so our children won't bear our dead weight