الكلمات الأصلية
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War, you like to fight
another mindles grunt
to be slaughtered in the trenches
and now you're sick
Let's take a look at history
You're the meal at your leader's feast
His your-age son learns to manipulate
Why do we have to die when you tell your lies?
The art of war
Why do we have to pay when you play your games?
The art of war
What's a game without some blood?
Lord of the ascendant
Thousands under foot
gonna send in your hatchet man
Now there's nothing you can't buy
Power addiction is your affliction
Cain to walk from the executioner
