SOLDIER
Munro/Wolfe

I am a soldier, 
Not the soldier that you think you’re looking for
Don’t want to shoot, don’t want to kill, 
Don’t want to fight a rich man’s war
Protect the peace, defend the weak, 
These things, they put us to the test
Not just for oil, not just for land,
Not just me pounding on my chest

 It's getting cold
The devil comes and drags his circus through this town
shapes us into his likeness
Starving us until we swallow down
These  lies of peace; he tends to speak
Of things that put us to the test 
he sells a chance to feel alive
just as your body's laid to rest

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See my reflection;
Stars and scars, the look of disdain in my eyes 
 If I could wash this new face off
I'd be someone you’d recognize
If it’s a mask, then I must dance
Through one last song in masquerade
Now let my masters feel the kiss
Of this new weapon they have made