Battered and courageous all eyes on you 
We made you some kind of god of war on your back 
Awaiting constant salivation straight from the snuff film 
Cutting room floor shot by shot cry out 
"I've had enough" the pictures not done 
Till you lose a pint of blood this is 
What I found in the wake the message 
Was scratched on the face of his grave it goes 
We will find the silver lining and make this our own 
And left it on the side of the road thanks for nothing 
You watched the ball drop then made a wish on a burnt out star 
When'd you lose control you woke up one day with swine 
All over your shore we committed our army to you fearless 
Leader come see this through far from prophetic no promise 
Came true we lost control your name conjures an image of defeat we lost control