Marching To The Killing Rhythm

A grand deception

Disguised as God's redemption

Force-fed delusions of grandeur

Calling out for

A willing sacrifice

Of a nameless enemy

Necessary losses

Fulfill the blood-lust fantasy

See through this facade

Of retribution

This machine

Is marching to the killing rhythm

Spilling blood in vain

Subdues the vengeful masses

So put your blinders on

Replace your conscience with a flag

So you can forget

Money runs thicker than blood