Art Of The State

Art Of The State
The good book says thou shalt not kill
We're in charge here now you will
All is fair - we don't care
The pain you feel - the blood you spill
We play god you play soldier
Do your job follow order
Just obey do what we say
And you get away with murder

Throw up all that love you ate
Feed your belly full of hate
Turning children into weapons
State of the art of the state
Turning little girls and boys
Into deadly wind up toys
Nothing is true anything goes
We make the rules you have no choice
We play god you play soldier
Do your job follow order
You must obey do what we say
And you get away with murder
Throw up all that love you ate
Feed your belly full of hate
Turning children into weapons
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