precision is necessary
so that we can succeed
this blood-lust is hereditary
we must feed the need
we feel the power in our veins
we wish to use it all
makes our pains go away
who cares if we're all going to fall anyway

we pick our gun
make it our right arm
its the only one
that we have to use to cause harm
we hold our heart in the other hand
in case we must destroy it quick
for emotions are banned
we must be ready to be picked

in the field, there is no wrong
aim, shoot, kill
death has more than just one song
hold the blame, lose your free will
when in war, there is no right
survive, avenge, and destroy
either way, we must win the fight
America has just made war its toy

run run run
we will chase
there will be none
keep up the pace
we kill by the millions
we murder without discrimination of age
we hope to reach the billions
we must show our rage
we must spread war!!!
war!!
and more war!!!
until no one can win again