Sacrifices must be made to the gods of war again
It's the grunt that pay the price and the profiteers who 
win.

Who brought this world of sorrow?
Who stole your tomorrow?
Far from home brought by lies, fighting on you don't know 
why.
Death rains drones from on high, while rats get fat good 
soldiers die.

They'll greet you there with open arms, you know they'll 
welcome you with flowers.
darker powers.

Who brought this world of sorrow?
Who stole your tomorrow?
Far from home brought by lies, fighting on you don't know 
why.
Death rains down from on high, while rats get fat good 
soldiers die.

The friend becomes the enemy, while a march to war begins 
again.
Politicians eye the polls, while the priests absolve 
their sins.

Who brought this world of sorrow?
Who stole your tomorrow?