damn philosophy, what do you think about
wipe out doubts, there's just one way to go
stop believing, we're on unholy ground

no descisions are left to make, it's to late

march in line, straight into your doom

choose your arms and you'll be ready soon
blood and honor don't belong together
though your master finds it unseperable


You've heard gunshots, shot some too
You've seen corpses, looked like you

You've smeeled powder, killing is someone
you've felt anger, what have you done
you feel sorry years to late

what remains is nothin but hate

you had the chance to escape it

you could descide to be free
nothing that they said was righteous
soon they have cleared the debris

what's left of you now is worthless
worn out to the highest degree
used as a tool of suppression

obediance is never the key

faces starting to show

faces never let go
faces forever bound
faces hunting you down

you go down
down