Tricot lyrics

a twenty five piece tank armed to fire with one command the whole armada shot a hundred yard flame game an army, a cause, a fight they haven´t had a minute to chose crazy 'bout a thousand pages of a dead scared faces with no names to tell the story just a number on the bloody uniform it´s like to pretend, it´s like a game get your cards and roll your dices win one more territory while the generals drink champagne joystick commanded troops brainwashed into a fake truth killing robots, programed tools innocense lost, rampage assumed dehumanizing effects booming, gloriously profane they lost their souls in one man's name locked inside a taught persecution mania these boys became killing machines humanity is gone, holly riffle is my lord.