Art of War

Duration

3:21

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Lyrics

There’s a fog in the distant sky where rich men dream – politicians lie. Scented the bones of a poor man’s grave. From the tears, the sweat, the blood of a slave The spirit of freedom is a spirit indeed killed by the wicked oil man’s greed. We’re just pawns in the game – No face, no voice, and no name. Heed to the call we’re bound to die from a terrorist bomb that falls from the sky. Disease, disaster, we’ve all go to hell. If you stand up, you’ll go to jail. Hide behind walls of fear and run. Arm your men to die with guns. You claim that you know what’s best; you send in your soldiers without a vest. The Devil hides in the sands you say – You follow your leaders straight to the grave. You’ll be a hero when you fall to the ground. Heroes are leaders who’ve all fallen down. The castle was built upon the sand Patriots’ blood wash away your plans. It’s easy to say; It’s hard to get done when your infantry men are under the gun. I see you hiding behind soldiers graves. I know your names; I know your games. You’ll be a hero when you fall to the ground. Heroes are leaders who’ve all fallen down.