Numbers slipping into shadows

99 to 85 to 72

You sigh and reassure me that it’s under control

But I know better and I know you

Two parties took over and forced you through

A uniform in black and green and navy blue

You abandoned ideas for collar and cross

Now your hair is tied just like your hands are too

You tell me you want it

But the paper has already been signed

You tell me you chose it

But they’ve already changed your mind

You chose

To die

I can somehow believe they’d sink as deep as this

Deeper than claws, digging and done

They’ve emptied your mind, and they shit in the hole

All that’s left is how to carry a gun

You’ll march on forward, with your empty skull

March and fire until the battle is won

And millions of innocents lay bleeding or dead

You’ll hunt them down, for sport and for fun

You tell me you want it

But the paper has already been signed

You tell me you chose it

But they’ve already changed your mind

You chose

To die

(Ready?)

(Aim...)

(Fire.)

(Good job, soldiers.)

You tell me you want it

But the paper has already been signed

You tell me you chose it

But they’ve already changed your mind

You chose...

You tell me you want it

But the paper has already been signed

You tell me you chose it

But they’ve already changed your mind

You chose

To die