Disposable Numbers

Your life sold by The rich and divine Warships enter the battle Eliminates the enemy at the bay Flames engulf the poor mans hatred A war made by the rich and grey Another war being fought by the youth the prey The sinner sits high and mighty on his chair Somewhere along the line We lose ourselves to the murders mind We will take their life for our great and mighty lords A disposable number A shield made of flesh Awaiting a slumber We're the The Highlords trash We're the lost minds by State Being slayed day by day The suffered warriors state of mind Nothing more than a piece in the sand The war is a worthless lie Say no more A worthless war by the rich and the powerful We are cannon fodder to fill the ranks with blood and flames Nothing more than piece of meat for the grinder A war made by freedom A war made by lords