We stand up on our pedestal,
watching the world go by.
Waging wars that echo through eternity,
defining them all with a simple lie.
You tell yourself itís for the greater good
and you almost believe itís true.
You canít sell me your lies
I wonít buy them,
I donít believe in you.
I hear the cries of humanity
begging to stop this insanity.
I see the glimmer in your eyes,
as another bomb fly through the skies.
There is a sickness in this power we gave,
there is an evil in the power you crave,
there is a rift in this country of the brave.
A giant whole, digging our grave.
Your voice rings out with authority
truth the minority,
a little man full of insecurities
feeding on the strong.
A devil running heaven
when itís in hell that he belongs.
This horror movie is playing itself out,
we watch the bodies,
we count the dead,
knowing what it was all about.
A price has been placed
on the head of man kind.
An evil has erased all the ties that bind.
Everyone sees the evil
with no way to make it right.
Everyone is sick of wars
but still we fight.
We march our march
with a cadence ringing out true.
We carry our torch
while the blood stains
the hands of the brave,
the souls of the true.
Singing our song of destruction
backed by the red white and blue.