Marching to the Killing Rhythm

A grand deception Disguised as God's redemption Force-fed delusions of grandeur Calling out for A willing sacrifice Of a nameless enemy Necessary losses Fulfill the blood-lust fantasy See through this facade Of retribution This machine Is marching to the killing rhythm Spilling blood in vain Subdues the vengeful masses So put your blinders on Replace your conscience with a flag So you can forget Money runs thicker than blood