Marching in tandem, they come in drones Strictly waiting with their strongest intent Polishing their guns and boots Searching for moments of truth, they wait for Direct orders under someone somewhere's Sure fire command, polishing their guns and boots And despite all... despite all the cries and screams And despite all... despite all the death and defeat Watching closely with absolute refusal to see Searching for truths predetermined Salivating for action, for god and country Eyes glazed over with fear and confusion Muscles tense from anxiety and fatigue Senses overloaded from constant manipulation And despite all... despite all the cries and screams And despite all... despite all the death and defeat Blindly they take closer aim