Back to the trenches once again
Fending off the rotting soaking stench
So I can take a man's life
A man just like myself
For god, for country, for kings
But for nothing
Two thousand miles from my home
But many more from my conscious
Because I spilled blood
Waving a white flag
They call me hero
I am no hero
We shutter and cringe
Underground like rats while their war machines bludgeon
The land above they make the sky
Perfect for destruction
While we scour the dirt like vermin
Can we resurface after winter
Like the animal killing for dinner
This is our day
Our day to be lions
Building the courage
Shedding the fear
Oh, what drives men to destroy for others
Its in our nature to brutalize
We are no more than the animals
For god, for country, for kings
But for nothing