Dark Roasted Rock. Served in Your Face.

 

The War Nobody Won

Those dark years make a grim tale to tell
Of innocent souls sent to serve in living hell
All the things we've seen, the things we've done
Atrocities in a war nobody won


Modern warriors, state of the killing art
Surviving through obedience,

we played our gruesome part
Empty sermons aimed to swell our lacking pride
Did nothing to heal the scars running deep inside

No one asked if we wanted to be

Wheels in the hypocrite machine

Portrayed as shining saviors

Yet we were nothing but murderers

Unwilling soldiers of another man's fortune
Cast aside so quickly and forgotten soon
Left on our own to cope as best we can
Feeling that we're something less than human


No one asked if we wanted to be

Wheels in the hypocrite machine

Portrayed as shining saviors

Yet we were nothing but murderers


In a war nobody won