Fodder - Intellectual

[Intro]

Covered by the dark of night, waiting to deploy

Abandoned hope, freezing cold, shattered from within

Filling clips, moving out, fixing bayonettes

Orders clear, strike tonight, a nameless grave awaits

The rain's creating graves in the mud

Covering up the dead and the blood

Fodder for the blazing guns

Rising up, from the trench, meat into the grinder

Unsiezing artillery, flashes fills the sky

White smoke, chloroform, filling up your lungs

Nations pride, pack of grunts, first in line to die

The smoke has cleared, shelling stopped, machineguns laid to rest

Sullen silence, filthy stench, the fearsome sight is clear

Mutilated, faceless, victims of the modern war

Is this the glory, we came here for

The rain's creating graves in the mud

Covering up the dead and the blood

Distraction tactics, suicide squad

Suicide squad, cannon fodder