Plunded of their own identity
Compelled to sell their own vision of life
Humbled and degraded in tyranny
They don't realize to be only meat for slaughter
Moved by thirst for totalitarism
They feel realized 'cause they are parts of a mechanism
Can make of them
Blind and programmed men
Merciless and strong
Legions born to kill

Kill!
Kill!
Kill!

Their gun it's their reason of life
Frustrated in any thoughts
Conditioned in any movements
Able to blank all their minds

Can a democratic force creates
Death machines studied for homicide
They've teached to them
That weapon that they bring aside
Their mistress
It's all that they have inside

Brings them to lunacy
Suicide is better than a suffocated life
It will kill
Anything
Will be terminated
Only when
It kills itself

Nothing will be like before
Now he's a war machine
He has been forged
With hate and scorn

He will dispense
To those who live around
Hate will be his comrade
Someone teached
To him in this way
Someone choose
To do in this way
Men that don't know
What their life means
Weak human beings
Unable to have own life
Entirely dominated by military
Code of rules
Discover gods of war

Useless men born to kill
Ready to creep for their Master
Powerful and invincible
The man who stays behind a weapon