Post by bradley on Jan 2, 2008 5:26:56 GMT -5
Sacrificial.
The only way to describe it as
To prescribe it as
A medication when you’re not sick
A candle burning without it’s wick
This cruel trick.
A rule click, click, clicking at gunpoint
Anoint
Our soldiers in the blood of the insurgents
Our detergents
To the filth of their cities
Overrun with an eternity of disbelief
That their relief is
Believing the progress of the human race
Over the last two thousand years is heresy
Raging their blood stained jihads
Believing that they’ll meet the gods
Facades
To everyone and anyone
To prove their religion is the right one?
To do so they use a gun?
How can you measure who’s won?
In the souls of the innocent dead?
The ones who bled?
The Shiites and Sunnis partitioning?
The men who call the shots in air conditioning?
Soldiers are positioning
All for the decommissioning
Of communism?
Like a prism, our thoughts are twisted and bent
Descent into this hell we’ve set aflame
Trying to tame
An Iraqi beast that should have just been put down
Drown them in the radioactive ocean
An Explosion
That brought Japan to its’ knees
Hearing those pleas…
Meant Peace
Sometimes force is a commodity
An oddity, of human nature
When diplomacy fails
The veils that are peace fall with them
Sometimes looking down the sights of a gun
Is the only way to view peace
Police of the world they call us
But we wouldn’t have to be
If there weren’t so many criminals
Subliminals, etching at the back of your conscience
It’s common sense
You fight the enemy on their soil
Covering sand in blood and oil
Keeping the wars fought with blades and bullets
And keeping us out of the nuclear shadow
That destroys all who fall within
The war keeps the States of America United
Despite a President both near and far sighted
Be reminded
The price of freedom is weighed in death, violence, and tears
Throughout all years
The thirst of Democracy is quenched in blood
Spilled by those fighting for and against it
Throughout the pages of history
The mystery of what we'll become
Will be to the beat of the proverbial war drum
The only way to describe it as
To prescribe it as
A medication when you’re not sick
A candle burning without it’s wick
This cruel trick.
A rule click, click, clicking at gunpoint
Anoint
Our soldiers in the blood of the insurgents
Our detergents
To the filth of their cities
Overrun with an eternity of disbelief
That their relief is
Believing the progress of the human race
Over the last two thousand years is heresy
Raging their blood stained jihads
Believing that they’ll meet the gods
Facades
To everyone and anyone
To prove their religion is the right one?
To do so they use a gun?
How can you measure who’s won?
In the souls of the innocent dead?
The ones who bled?
The Shiites and Sunnis partitioning?
The men who call the shots in air conditioning?
Soldiers are positioning
All for the decommissioning
Of communism?
Like a prism, our thoughts are twisted and bent
Descent into this hell we’ve set aflame
Trying to tame
An Iraqi beast that should have just been put down
Drown them in the radioactive ocean
An Explosion
That brought Japan to its’ knees
Hearing those pleas…
Meant Peace
Sometimes force is a commodity
An oddity, of human nature
When diplomacy fails
The veils that are peace fall with them
Sometimes looking down the sights of a gun
Is the only way to view peace
Police of the world they call us
But we wouldn’t have to be
If there weren’t so many criminals
Subliminals, etching at the back of your conscience
It’s common sense
You fight the enemy on their soil
Covering sand in blood and oil
Keeping the wars fought with blades and bullets
And keeping us out of the nuclear shadow
That destroys all who fall within
The war keeps the States of America United
Despite a President both near and far sighted
Be reminded
The price of freedom is weighed in death, violence, and tears
Throughout all years
The thirst of Democracy is quenched in blood
Spilled by those fighting for and against it
Throughout the pages of history
The mystery of what we'll become
Will be to the beat of the proverbial war drum