Coming on in full salute with conquest in their eyes
With burning torches cast against the empty skies
They cut our losses with sharpest knives, where villains thrive and heroes die
Line 'em up and point the blame, us and them one and the same
Line 'em up and point the blame, and you'll be gone when the lights come on
Face down in the mud, your hands filthy with blood, your world still the same, taste the pain of nothing changed
Here among the dead and dying, the troops are either mute or trying
And it's all that stands between a medal and a crime
Final frontier falls to decay. last of hope rotting away
Disillusioned. the perfect citizen
Still trying to add it up as the black rain falls, and we all fall with it
God and country sold you out and fed you scapegoats for your doubts
Last of the hope....add it up