Faces flicker red and orange Horrific in the fire's glow The shadows cast on all who're there Create the illusion of masks or is it the blood? Red, gleaming black in the fire's light Standing ready, gun in hand Ready to die for this god-forsaken land Institutionalized, stripped of all identity Filled back up with all their lies, friends become the enemy. (Cock and aim, fire and kill The war will never end) From gray woolen rags to camoflauged fatigues They hide in ditches, die in the fields. We hear of one dead, a frenzied panic spreads While masses lie in nameless graves, and we don't blink an eye. Standing ready, gun in hand Ready to die for this god-forsaken land Institutionalized, stripped of all identity Filled back up with all their lies, friends become the enemy. Humanity claims supremacy, glory over all. But we're no better than those beasts They don't aim to kill their kind (X2) Standing ready, gun in hand Ready to die for this god-forsaken land Institutionalized, stripped of all identity Filled back up with all their lies, friends become the enemy. Our world will screech to a halt Before they learn the truth It will end, in blood and war at the fumbling hands of youth. The apocalypse is our own doing And yet they do not see the wounded dead, the death of man, the broken earth, May well be caused by me.