War Man

Haggard city, submission of the citizenry.

Overlord on the hill, buckets for blood yet to be filled.

Freedom as an insult, dead in a cave or born inside a cage.

It doesn't matter, it's all the same.

Live by the sword, Is there any other way?

Your false hero will never die by the blade.

(Chorus)

Men of war choose not.

Bred to fight, and born that way.

Laughable truth, one foot in, already drowning in the voting booth.

A fucking rat in the form of Christ, preaching hate turns blood to ice.

Freedom as an insult, no respect, no intent and no shame.

Mankind is just a dirty game.

Live by the sword, is there any other way?

Your false hero will never die by the blade.

(Chorus)

Some say to play is more noble than work.

A path paved, but bent and twisted to fork.

A burnt sunrise, with no twilight.

When a new dawn comes, that's when the good men fight.

They'll come with challenge, we'll come heavy.

They'll bear our weight, until their faces are crushed and they're on bended knee.

God's Hate, Van Nuys hardcore, SFV.