Their Contract

The morning sun reflecting on their eyes
What they do is all a lie
A contract bound in flesh and signed with blood
In our name you will kill – or be shot

Shaved and trained to look all the same
Just so that there’ll be none to take the blame
Sanguine sunrise – the day we must die
No one shall leave these fields alive

A blade of hatred, bisecting all who oppose
Suppressing all the critics – with silence, not by choice
the days of democracy have come to an end
Bitter rivalry making us all

Quench the gun, so violently – they want you to kill
In your ditch, you gather the rage – well done, pull the trigger
Cut down the enemy – they’ll do the same to you
Fire away with no regret – you are entitled to