Militant Mind

In a far away village, a child arose. Woke up in his bed and stretched out his toes. Rubbed his big eyes then he put on his clothes then walked to school a couple miles from home. And when the day was done mom had dinner ready. He played with little sister cuz daddies’ hands were heavy. Working hard all day just to earn a couple pennies was all he ever needed to keep his household steady. And when he went to bed his parents kissed him good night. He grabbed onto their necks and held them really tight. He asked how much you love me and they always replied with stretched out arms saying as big as the sky.

But why do they die? They die, they die for oil. Why do they die? They die, the diamonds for the spoiled. Why do they die? They die as soldiers so loyal, bloody rivers in the soil become riches for the royals.

But he didn’t sleep for long poppa shook him awake. Their was gun fire outside drowned by screams of pain. As mother took sister and ran away fast as the rebels took son, Pa yelled give him back! Then they trained the son for combat by taking a blindfold, covered his eyes as he began to tremble. They made him grab a machine gun’s handle as he squeezed the trigger till he felt blood on his sandals. They uncovered his eyes and his friend lay dead at his feet, they said. You’re ready for war we call you killer machine. Take some cocaine, tonight your coming with me and be a man as we kill a village in their sleep.

But why do they die? They die, they die for oil. Why do they die? They die, the diamonds for the spoiled. Why do they die? They die as soldiers so loyal, bloody rivers in the soil become riches for the royals. Become riches for the royals. Become riches for the royals.

He’s got the eyes of a child the scars of a man. Casualties of life for the promise land. He’s got the eyes of a child the scars of a man. Casualties of life for the promise land. He’s got the eyes of a child the scars of a man. Casualties of life for the promise land. He’s got the eyes of a child the scars of a man. Casualties of life for the promise land!

So they road into a village locked people in their homes. Set them on fire and burnt them to their bones. Then he shot down anyone who tried to escape him as this warrior of Satan falls into formation.

But why do they die? They die, they die for oil. Why do they die? They die, the diamonds for the spoiled. Why do they die? They die as soldiers so loyal, bloody rivers in the soil become riches for the royals. Become riches for the royals. Become riches for the royals. But why do they die? They die, they die for oil. Why do they die? They die, the diamonds for the spoiled. Why do they die? They die as soldiers so loyal, bloody rivers in the soil become riches for the royals. Become riches for the royals. Become riches for the royals.

He’s got the eyes of a child the scars of a man. Casualties of life for the promise land