Deceased - Atrocious Deeds lyrics

[feat. Andy Ghost] War is the simptom, Not the disease Spreading d**h, Thirst for victories Bathing in blood, Swimming through corpses Their greed is consuming All your forces Peace time... Sons burying their fathers War time... Fathers burying their sons Silent scream of pain Bullets falling, Like an acid rain Pieces of flesh, Smoke and fire They are selling d**h, You're their buyer Peace time... Sons burying their fathers War time... Fathers burying their sons They led you to The battlefield Staying behind, Their purpose is concealed They tell you to Fight for justice and peace You increase their reputation But you're not born for this They are your masters... You are their slave They take all the credit While you're falling in graves Combat boots, Walking along the minefield Business suits, Their lack of care revealed Silent scream of pain Bullets falling, Like an acid rain Pieces of flesh