[Verse 1: Phase Fate]
What's worser than a war torn town?
When they record murder
At its core, glorified gun p**n
Takes the form of a news clip on my screen
I watch the ships fire shells at Shi'ites
Pixelized, just blips
sh**, soldiers empty clips on ‘em, can't miss
Targets faceless, so we're fed baseless garbage
Sons and daughters enlist to the national fist
And the cycle persists, be ruled or resist
I shut my eyes for a minute
I can see it on my lids
It's there if I ignore it
Or if I'm doing something for it
So I'm slipping something in
To my daily recommended
What's the harm in being quiet and commended?
Tremendous track records in the Middle East
I seen how we treat people that are overseas:
Be an a**hole on our team, we'll call it peace
Or else you're on your own, and that's the mark of
The mark of the beast
[Chorus: Phase Fate]
All's fair
In war and foreign affairs
Nowhere
Is safe
We takin' it there
Bust flares
In the glare
Of the battlefield
A thousand-yard stare
I swear
I made a prayer
That God would leave me to spare
[Verse 2: Phase Fate]
Day drinking and I'm thinking of you
I've seen a plane fall from a sky
That was this same blue
When we were faced with one another
We locked eyes for a sec
Was long enough to see the shot
And get back in my perspective
Now it haunts me like a medic
Haunts the wounded with a sedative
On the TV I see the battle
But it's edited, repetitive
Sometimes it's positive, but most it's negative
The networks led with it
Top story: statue toppled and beheaded
The gore stopped, prop gov
And back to Ted Koppel
Lock, stock, and barrel, not quite
Just awe and shell shock for life
The bravado sent the braves
To their d**h looking for nuclear stocks
For a diamond in a ruff with just rocks
The flock returned to the shepherds
With a golden fleece, at least
A million wells, and well
I guess that was worth the deceased
And a roughneck crew
I'm at home sweating like a flu
Day drinking and I'm thinking of you, boo
[Chorus: Phase Fate]
All's fair
In war and foreign affairs
Nowhere
Is safe
We takin' it there
Bust flares
In the glare
Of the battlefield
A thousand-yard stare
I swear
I made a prayer
That God would leave me to spare
Beware the kids
'Cause they got the look of despair
In midair
The bombs were bursting
But their flag was still there
Monsieur Corsair
I heard he's well aware in his lair
I heard they burned up the square
A final shot
For independence declared