The wheels of war are rolling forward, The body count is starting. Death reeks in the air, As we begin firing. The bullets rake their lines like a deadly comb, Killing all those who go against it. We kill those people, Those whom we see fit. The bodies hit the ground, The casualties are skyrocketing higher. The war machine marches on, Watching people get mowed down by our gunfire. Killing in our name, It's our right to annihilate. Having control, We must, cause it's our right. Disposable Teens, Is our ways of destruction. Premature death, Is our only solution. The blood fills the rivers, And the tears of the youth are like rain. The war machine still rolls on, Crushing all opposition. Imperialism is in our blood, Conquest all, leaving nothing. The battle maybe over, But the war machine is never stopping. Killing in our name, It's our right to annihilate. Having control, We must, cause it's our right. Disposable Teens, Is our ways of destruction. Premature death, Is our only solution.