Out of the dark, into the light

In god we trust, for god we fight

Clutching our guns, lusting for wealth

Trusting no one, especially oneself

Hundreds of planes inflicting pain

Pledge to make dust out of all that remains

Family of six caught in the mix

Mission fulfilled, all six are killed, and the death toll rises

Death on all sides, fewer allies

Moments of peace wither and die

Combing debris, unrency slows

Day after day, insurgency grows

Troops underpaid, orders obeyed

Thousands are slain, all died in vain

Armies of hate guided by greed

Open you up, take what they need, and the death toll rises