Lyrics
I am a product of what state controls
I am a product of government control, influenced by state authority.
We emerge from the fog of war
We come out of the confusion and chaos of war.
Stalk, with weapons in our hands, but not our land Patrol
We move stealthily, armed but not on our own territory; we patrol.
We liberate by force
We achieve liberation through the use of force.
Indiscriminate targeting Civilian casualties
We engage in indiscriminate targeting, causing harm to civilians.
No mercy as the chaos breeds Endless waves of suffering
In the resulting chaos, there is no mercy, leading to endless suffering.
I can’t face this misery
I cannot confront this intense suffering and hardship.
Take me to a better day forgive all my mistakes or
Take me to a better time, forgive my errors, or...
Tear me apart Cut out my heart Ruin me Extinguish
Tear me apart, cut out my heart, ruin me, extinguish.
I suffer the cost of all your lies
I endure the consequences of your deceit and falsehoods.
Consumed with shame by violence waged in peace’s name Propaganda wipes my slate clean
Overwhelmed with shame due to violence carried out in the name of peace; propaganda erases my guilt.
Disgust
A feeling of intense repugnance and disapproval.
I walk a darkened path of disillusionment
I navigate a path filled with disappointment and shattered illusions.
Pushing me to the edge Until I finally fucking break
Pushed to the brink until I finally collapse or give in.
I am freed from the killing machine
I am released from the machinery of killing.
where the corpses rot and the maggots feast For the people I swore to defend
In a place where bodies decay, and maggots feed, for the people I pledged to protect.
I will bring your reign to its fucking end
I will bring an end to your rule and authority.
Slit the throats of tyrants and the kings Fulfil my dream of liberty
Violently eliminate oppressive leaders and rulers, fulfilling the dream of freedom.
Until my ideals retreat
Until my ideals withdraw, and our history repeats.
and our history repeats
As the cycle continues, and historical patterns replay.
Guns fire, explosions roar
Guns fire, explosions roar; the beginning of it all.
this is the start of it all
This marks the commencement of the conflict.
We don’t know what we’re fighting for Then we emerge from the fog of war
We are uncertain about the cause we are fighting for until emerging from the fog of war.
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