Send them overseas to out-guerilla the guerilla
Get the cameras ready, pictures of the smiling vanilla
Convince them they were born to fight the war on terrorism
Hide the real brutality, motivate the youth with racism
He spent months risking his neck in the combat zone
Gets back, he's brown again and no cab will take him home
Watched his friend bleed out in a place he can't remember
Different decade, same story, war scars are still tender
He closes his eyes and he can still see all the body parts
"The addiction is his fault", no place for tolerance in their hearts
Those pulling strings have no interest in lifting social restrictions
They ensure they can catch enough under economic conscription
No different from how the elite escaped in wars of yesterday
The poor sent to fight, unlikely to watch their hair turn grey
Quantify economic conscription
Society's coefficient of friction
Death of a single soldier was sold as a tragic part of the struggle
Hide from the public the death tolls coming out of the jungle
Death of a soldier is still sold as a tragedy in his home land
But we're still kept blind to the thousands dying in the sand
Countries are little more than factories of poverty
The smog of injustice in the air, laws hide their robbery
If we acted like our government, we'd all be doing life
Use our lives to defend a system that capitalises on our strife
Shoot their words like arrows, but the hurt lost in their ineptitude
Designed to distract us, we've long been condition into servitude
Stories of generosity push that inequality will always exist
Resource-rich countries bow down to imperialists with the loudest fist
Hatred permeates schools through selective curricula
Deciders barely less narcissistic than Caligula,
Obedient armies rage war, as cruel as Nero Claudius
To those on the side of justice, the consequences are truly odious
Driven by hatred, but act as if deceived by blissful ignorance
Death wins just the same, their motivations make no difference