The kids are watching the war is streamed
Explosions bright with light on a screen
The masters painting with deadly hues
Hatred fueled by the red white and blues
Many men will die for this
All mothers will cry for this
Dragged down into division
Used up by the oldest villains
Plans on paper, the rounds are hot
You'll find some meaning while being shot
Dying to be here, what an honor
Fighting for cages at the slaughter
Many men will die for this
All mothers will cry for this
Dragged down into division
Used up by the oldest villains
Night steals them by the millions
Used up by the oldest villains