Conscript

Contract to kill
Wade through the marshes
Crawl through dead wasteland
Endless hell shells your senses

Fight for your country
In patriotic fervour
Underneath the starched perfection
There is a heart and soul

Tangled in the strings of the master
The puppets stand to attention
Burn a village, napalm a town
Release the tension

Bodies merged for warmth
Terrain, an optical sewer
Sentenced without a choice
We're all prisoners of war

Death lies in a forgotten grave
The unknown soldier
Except to friends and lovers
All that's left is a lonely epitaph

Blood soaked soil
Forgotten names
Die in numbers
Blood soaked soil
Forgotten names
Die in sweat and toil
Here you lie forever in foreign soil