Give your body to the War Machine.

You’ll have fame, class, and honor.

Not that it’ll matter ‘cause you’ll be a goner.

Take the gun shoved in you hands and stand behind your tattered mass.

Give your soul to the War Machine.


Become it limp puppet on barbed-wire strings.


Don’t laugh, don’t sing, don’t dare to breathe.


You are nothing but a product of the War Machine.


Crush pure beauty in your palm.


Stick out in places you don’t belong.


Fight for oil…..pardon I meant morals.


Become part of the War Machine.



Battle, cleanse, fight, flee.


Make us hated for sake of love.


Make us burdened for years to come.


Become Earth’s maid and sweep up peace.

Join our blessed War Machine.


Take away our misery.