Horns of War - Ramming Speed

With contempt and disdain, we send the young into the grave

Each day a tragedy, another headline soaked in blood

The tired tune of war plays on as the hawks circle above

Another battle to proclaim, another mass grave dug

Opinions bought, «truth» is sold

The lecherous talking heads praise the worldwide violence

The failure of the fourth estate

I see reports based on fallacy, not fact

I see the puppet master pull the strings

The days turn to years, our enemies change form

I can still hear their tired tunes, their blazing horns of war

Another battle is proclaimed, another mass grave dug

Can’t stand how we’re being baited towards a constant state of war

The military machine has a constant need to produce more bullets,

tanks and shells

Crushing, and killing anyone labeled a threat

Pushing for the expansion of war, as their pockets are filled

With contempt and disdain we send the young to their graves

Attacking the ideology

And when the dust has settled, another battle in front of us lay,

the future casualties of another decade

Proliferate the doctrine of security, only traitors question authority

Decades turn to centuries and we’re still at each other’s throats

The battle hymns can still be heard, as the hawks still circle above