Not looking back, he's running away
It's not a game, he's lost, this time it's the real thing
His wounds are pure, he's kept them alive
A drowning man, they cling to survive
The sound of "left, right, left, right"
The march in his mind
The long arm of technology, grasping to find
The gears are scourged and yet they roll on
Like the pain in shackles
A mental prison, the last rights said
You're finished
You've gone as far as you're gonna go
The city's ravaged like the landscape of battle
The line to slaughter, the factory cattle
His life is suspended, he prays but no hope
They live on fear, no trace, but its face is up close
The ruthless army, a path left in ruins
The bombers hail, they scream as they flew in
The myth of a man, we've left them no clue
The future dig
The millions refuse, the last rights said
Machines left to the murder
The bombs in flight leave nothing but plight
The generals say we've won, the objectives will come
The machine rolls on with the last rights