Gears

Talking heads in the house on the hill,

Send young men across the big pond to kill...

Don’t ask, don’t feel, and we’ll tell you what to think...

Just take another numbing pill, have another drink!

We’ll take good care of you in our master plan,
Devour your souls; leave you a shell of a man...

You’re a vital link in the gears of the killing machine,

Ignore the sounds, the smells, and the chilling screams!

The body carpets that you walk through,

Merely casualties of greed, whom we never knew...

Sorry if you lose your friend whom you call brother,

We’ll replace him for you with many others...

Don’t double-cross us or make us look bad,

We’ll deny that we know you and claim you’ve gone mad!

No glory, no thanks, no help, no compassion...

No use to us any longer, end of transaction.

(C) 2011 Leatherman