War Engine letra

Bury the souls in a shallow grave. I see brothers fulfill the prophecies.
"It was their choice to die." Beating slowly, the morbid drums of war.
Choking back on dirt in the defiant desert sun, they digest the fields of their enemies.
The politicians offer no way out/home. No escape. What will be the response?
A thousand treaties bound in oil/bound in blood. No escape.

Bodies In The Gears Of The Apparatus - Letras

• A Lubricated Rubber Glove And Pornographic Photos Of A Decapitated Chinese Hooker
• Fuck Her Like You Paid For It
• Hoist The Black Flag (And Begin Slitting Throats)
• Last Words Can Be So Cliché
• Love Affair With A Mannequin
• Problem.Response.Solution
• Seventeen Reasons To Die Wearing Black
• War Engine
• White Trash Whore
• Xenophobic Hate Machine