Feed The Machine

Fresh boots

Shaved heads

Packed tight

Shipped out

Shake hands

Stand proud

Wave them off

Feed the ground You sign

We bleed

More lives Same

machine

What is the point?

What are we dying for?

Your pockets fill Our bodies fall

Still you ask for more

Votes bought Deals signed

Bombs drop Stocks climb

One flag Sent home One chair

Left cold

You sign

We bleed

More lives

Same machine

What is the point?

What are we dying for?

Your pockets fill Our bodies fall Still you ask for more

Fresh bodies Feed the machine

Fresh bodies Feed the machine

Your war

Our dead Your hands Still clean

You want more? Send your own!

What is the fucking

point? What are we dying for?

Your pockets fill Our bodies fall

Still you ask for more What is the point?

How many more?