Their Contract کے بول

The morning sun reflecting on their eyes What they do is all a lie A contract bound in flesh and signed with blood In our name you will kill - or be shot Shaved and trained to look all the same Just so that there'll be none to take the blame Sanguine sunrise - the day we must die No one shall leave these fields alive A blade of hatred, bisecting all who oppose Suppressing all the critics - with silence, not by choice the days of democracy have come to an end Bitter rivalry making us all Quench the gun, so violently - they want you to kill In your ditch, you gather the rage - well done, pull the trigger Cut down the enemy - they'll do the same to you Fire away with no regret - you are entitled to