Bells Cathar

The laws of war are enveloped in hypocrisy Cluster bomb me poison gas you Grunting in the trenches old school Desecrating cities still the norm Strap your bomb vest on and I will Launch my missiles at your smile Sitting in my sitting room my sofa Cushioned soft absorbs the wind of change Gaseous emissions are beyond the thrall Reinforced my bunker wall is porous Leaking seeds of black tomorrow Red the blood stains brown the sand Drone on and on and on to autonomy Tweet nice and new and smart dumb fucker Gilt emissions salving conscientious minds Self guided mines and bright munitions Win the day and wipe the smirk of clouds Rub lipstick redefine the clanking maw Deceptive camouflage and Kleenex fixtures Tear off strip absorb the tears retype strictures Celebrate the dawn of yet another blighted day History retweet repeat 's scripted by the victor